An Autumn Day

I recall a day
In a city park
Crisp coloured leaves
Thick on the ground
Sticky toffee apple
Leaking on all in my bag
And my thoughts…
Oh my thoughts.
That day, that moment
Was the centre of all
Centre of time
Centre of life
Converging point
Of destiny.
I saw my life
As a string of beads
Each event
Each meeting
Each thought or occasion
Threaded on twine
Leading to now
Making me, Me
This person
In this place.
I thought of all
That led me there
All that might have been
But wasn’t
That’s who
I was to be
At that time
In that place
With that sticky toffee apple
And those Autumn leaves.

Do you have a day, a time, a place where life felt really focused?


About Rosalie Squires

'Who am I?' is a question whose answer keeps evolving, that can be answered in many, many ways; that has no known answer at all. But there are some clues to be found: stocksharpsquires.wordpress.
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One Response to An Autumn Day

  1. A string of beads. I like it.

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