This Blue Butterfly
Saw it was fulfillment, not retirement that is here;
Put my forty years in standing by commitment drear;
Now the time has come for me to do some other things;
Leave to other hands these tasks and see what future brings.Yesterday when on the net I came across some stats –
Quantitative packages to download – free at that –
Vectors, graphs, and optimizing, all that math-y stuff
Swept across computer screen and gave my heart a rush.Guess it's time to walk away and do some other things;
Jung has said in later life it's balance makes us sing –
Parts of who we are which sat unused up on the shelf
Get the focus of attention – balances the self.Saturday I'll have fulfilled what I agreed to do:
Stood by post, did what I said in face of context new;
Now it's time to walk away and leave things where they are;
Move on with my life and joyful sing hallelujah!Lord, that rush of feeling was refreshing yesterday;
Said to me there's more to life that's more akin to play;
Like my dad when he had been too long at Silver Heights,
Moving to St. Catherine's gave a boost which felt quite right.“Set of ruts that's new to me,” he’d said about that day;
“Shifts the load, refreshes me, like taking time to play.”
Whether math is what I do is not the point to me –
More, I am still capable of life I cannot see.Time to move on out from here, find other things to do;
I fulfilled commitment to the church along with you;
Time to pack our bags, throw out the junk, and walk away –
Forty years this Saturday – fulfilled another way.Change, like metamorphosis here in this white cocoon,
Looks that nothing has transpired within this quiet gloom;
With this coming of the dawn, wings dry upon this branch;
On Saturday we'll fly away – new stage – another chance.navigation