a ramble

such

gentle amble

through an afternoon's

retreat,

no goal,

no scurry,

time to look around..

a placid landscape

echoes the sweep through

 personal history

that runs parallel

to my itinerary..

so much to ponder

so many moments

to savour,  regret

and wonder..

all these events

leaning, simply,

to now..

from whence they flow,

many tributaries

chance, destiny

call it what you will:-

a knowledge,

deep in one's heart, that

it all makes ‘perfect sense,'

yet in truth lies far

beyond rational grasp.

moments stolen from the copybook

of circumstance..

such

gentle amble

through an afternoon's

retreat,

no goal,

no scurry,

time to look around..