As summer faded

a poem I wrote years ago, before I found contentment in the mountains and herbal joy (excerpt from Tree Wisdom and Other Poems by Anne Margaret Coverdale)

I felt my weariness grow as the fall colors spread.

The sun rose later and set earlier. 

My energy waned.

My determination faltered.  

Overwhelm lurked at the edges of my life.

I tried to separate myself from this weariness,

to observe it without claiming it.,

to figure a way to outsmart it.  

Music.  Caffeine.  Vitamin D.  

Time on the river.  Yoga.  Meditation.  

A new tattoo or two or three?

Psychic advice or energy healing or both?  

A new career or a new city?   

Run!  How far? How fast?  Never enough.

Don’t run. Wait. Sit. Breathe.  

Ask for help.

With what?  

What do I want?

I forget.  

I’m tired of it all.

I can’t recall why I started or where I am going.  

Did you say something?

I can’t hear you.  Let me be.