From the intersections
Of youth you will start to see
(I see) a young face fading,
Wilderness of growth makes
The fading ferment
Day-by-day as each
Reflection in consequence
Forms the occasion
Of unmade decisions
Forming in a wicked wind
As if those crossings
Of all those years stepped into
A future I read long ago in
A Shakespearean play and I,
I ran into that life without
Ever looking back,
Costume, makeup and all
Never to wonder ‘whether’
Kept going no matter
The outcome always
Trusting the universe
With all my heart in
Full-throttle naivety

© K. James Ribble