Joyful Ruins

Lost myself

and now anew

What am I anchored to?

It once was faith

but that is gone

What brings me

back to myself now?

It can’t be others

because

my relationship with them

is like the changing weather at best

It can’t be God because

He or She is everywhere

and a mystery to me

Is it place

though where I am

is not home yet

I’m looking for my anchor

that thing

that keeps me steady in the waves

It cannot be identity

for I have changed

and probably will again

And memories are sweet

but just a dream

nothing I can hold

Is it nature?

Is it the ground

and the trees

the real experiences of seeing

all creatures

great and small

Is it knowing when I step outside

my home

abird’s call will reach my ears

the sun will shine sometimes

Are these my anchors?

Those things in nature

that are always true?