Right of Passage

You pass through my mind 

from all directions,

thoughts often drifting 

to the middle—

stalled.

Which one comes first,

which one should be first?

One at a time,

as they all have earned 

a place, though late, still 

better than never.

Best when it’s unexpected,

forever embedded in me,

indebted to my memory.

—JG©2026