poem 12.8.24

As the world has turned upside down 
and words have gone to places
where they have no meaning, 
I leave now.

I came here at 50 like a salmon
returning to the place of its birth
to spawn and thus
to complete life's circle.

No life arose here yet I live on
as if sentenced 
to move elsewhere 
where there are no mountains,
no pristine lakes.

Nothing familiar, but a promise 
from another world
to open an unknown chapter
and hope
that it bears pleasing fruit.