CINQUAIN #13

Finish begins

With our first breath.

From there I fell further into

Curiosity about knowing less and less

It is midway late, and I realize only

Now I —

Am I

Getting younger?

Satisfied that I do

Not know everything and there is

Nothing out of order when the wind blows

Backwards from

Expectations that

Are better released than

Struggling towards control not to be

Had — especially in my most joyous moments of

Thinking too

Much, of

Course, I worked out

Everything with my hard work, but

No one could tell me I had help along

The way

The way

Being a journey back

To what is after the finish and before…

I’m not confused, nor out of order. I

Love life.