My Indian Summer

I’m in a warm, calm spell of life

A welcome change from the pain and strife

Where to next I haven’t a clue

It’s an unusual rhythm to get used to

 

What if this is a time to be still

No bump or bend or hill

A season to reflect and pause

To rest and prepare for the next big cause 

 

My comfort zone is knowing and doing 

But the next me is still accruing

So many constructs no longer relevant

2020 gifted us a precedent

 

This ‘Indian Summer’ is not the destination

More a pitstop for crucial calibration

You see, creativity is calling

And being me-ier is dawning