Wayward?
Oh yes,
Way past wayward.
I tried, after a frenzied adolesence,
to settle down.
Down I went
like a ball
falling into the net.
I settled
Into the silt.
My body a channel
for children.
Some sublime moments
kept me hooked.
Some strange fantasy
that this is life.
Until attacks
of depression
made me see
change
as nessessary.
Still wayward
but the rough corners
smoothed now
by daily meditation
and a robust sense
of gratitude
that this is life.
