I know why
and I don’t.

lots of hills on this journey
blind curves
even as the sun rises and sets every single day

encounters with the wild
with the weather
or the crazy one that accosts out of the blue

still here, still on this path
after all that
I reached this place
I can recount the steps

I see the vista broad and beautiful and amazing
standing here alone
a tender paradox
unbearable to ask

my heart fills
even as it breaks
I know why
but I don’t.

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