Intention

This was not what I intended,
but stumbled on,
as always intent on the path.

When I turned around,
astounded at how far I’d come,
I was glad I’d kept up the pace.

Then I had to frown.

Was this the goal for which I started?
Why did I go on,
if I didn’t know where I was going?

Simply carried on,
having come,
thus far, without mishap.

Then, of course, I asked
myself what I’d accomplished:
my happiness, for sure,

but I had to ask was that, it itself enough?

I sat a long time and pondered
and arrived at “Yes!”
No debts, no duties, no rights.

Decided to settle down,
become a stone,
grow some moss and a lichen or two.

Perhaps in time,
I’d be picked up, brushed off,
and taken home:

both taker and taken made happy
and, myself, be owned.