Poem for a young friend

I sleep restless and sometimes

dream about what I might have become,

if I had taken the other path.

That path still forks out before me,

but I have grown content with this life

and it no longer calls my name.

Come, sit with me for coffee;

we will listen for your name on the wind

and offer up prayers, blessings

and light for your journey.

6-11-25