Augusta: part of the Cape to Cape Track, looking out over the Indian Ocean.
Slowly I register the pressure of days,
and count the weight of strictures and structures
that nurture my resentments
of expectations inbred,
and dreams no longer coloured,
rather, depleted in a monotone of surrender,
to a life once imagined,
and now corralled.
But then I shake the melancholy with vigour,
by setting out along new paths,
roads never travelled,
much less planned,
and yet, roads that hold me as
I weary and doubt,
roads that restore me and
where I rediscover my wholeness,
to reengage a life.
©Paul Vincent Cannon