Taking a break from doom and gloom the poet contemplates a different vision of growing old than the one that discounts the homing of the soul.

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Ten years from now
I step barefoot
out of the back door
into my slippers,
right foot and then left,
three careful steps down
to a gravel path
turn left and down the road.
It is raining lightly.
The rain has covered the asphalt
with a clear skim of water
that captures the reflection
of the trees that hold the peace
of a whole rainy day
that lies ahead
and I look neither left nor right,
down this alley
of that short cut
behind my neighbor's flat,
but straight ahead
and slightly down.
And I think only simple thoughts
such as where I am going or
why didn't I grab my umbrella
or looking forward to seeing my friend
who will be expecting
my knock
and how she will have
brewed a pot of tea
and how she knows
my favorite mug,
the one with the Sanskrit prayer
that she offered to give me once
but I said, I would rather have it
be here waiting for me
when I show up
in my slippers
at your door.

Authors Website: https://garylindorff.wordpress.com

Authors Bio:

Gary Lindorff is a poet, writer, blogger and author of several nonfiction books, a collection of poetry, "Children to the Mountain" and a memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music" Over the last few years he has begun calling himself an activist poet, channeling his activism through poetic voice. He also writes with other voices in other poetic styles: ecstatic, experimental and performance and oracular.


He is a practicing Transformational Counselor (with a strong, Jungian background) and a shamanic practitioner. His shamanic work is continually deepening his partnership with the land. This work can assume many forms, solo and communal, among them: prayer, vision questing, ritual sweating, and sharing stories by the fire.