January 19, 2020-
I set out for a trailhead,
this noon,
and didn’t find it.
I will, though,
having come back here,
and used my ruler,
to apply the scale of miles.
I was asked to return
to the school where I worked
last week.
I will be back there,
to offer at least some
continuity.
Belief in myself
has come late,
and come hard.
There are still critics,
but they barely know me.
They only know
their own frustration,
and own pain.
There are boosters,
who do know me,
and for whose
presence
I am supremely
grateful.
I think of this,
after a day
of floundering,
and of considering
the words of friend,
foe, and in-between,
alike.
I am not floundering,
now,
and look to tomorrow,
and the week ahead,
as acts of service await.