And what if it turns out,
or turns in or turns about,
that you find yourself starting over
at roughly (obscurely) halfway through
-as best you can tell-
the life you’ve been given?
Did you miss something along the way?
A flowering path, a waterfall dive, a hollow
to watch stars fall?
A tricky switchback, a higher climb, a conversation
with a person you ignored
(or whose shoes you noticed but whose words you never met)?
The questions fill every available basket.
An unobscured landscape has poured itself out
there is the place to begin.