Holding Patterns

It's like floating
high up in the sky
beneath you a destination
but you're holding

There is fruit found in the pattern
lap after lap
seemingly making no progress
toward there

But here there is sight
the lay of the land
just outside your window
you see it

Over and over again
it appears
while the sun (or moon) shifts
fresh perspectives in the waiting

Sadness, too...
you're still there
while everything is changing
in and around and below

People come and go
invite then cease to want you
memories made a year ago
become just that -- memories

Another time
a different seeing
abruptly ended by a 'break'
which became more or less permanent

And you
there's no fighting for it in you
not the 'job'
not the friendships

Desire hasn't left
but hope has
it's not what you thought
and you're depleted from hoping so long

Understanding gives way
new possibilities...
changing what you can
because it's time

Blessing as you go
no one meant harm
but it did harm
nothing changes that

Bless
forgive yourself
forgive them
let those hopes die

In death comes new life
release ushers in the landing
deplaning sets your feet
on good, solid ground.