Fall

It's fall again
The air blows effortlessly
An ease with which I am uncomfortable
Easy makes me uncomfortable
Yet somehow I'm most hopeful now

Hope is a diminishing resource
There used to be more
I used to have it in spades
I don't see the end of the road
Or even the middle
The next exit is evasive

But somehow fall makes it seem
Less like a tragedy and more like an adventure
Life is unfolding down there somewhere
I can't see it but I know it's there
All I have to do is keep going

But I've done so much wrong
Taken short cuts and easy exits
Almost never ending up in the right place
Almost never

Today the leaves start to change
The air moves with an ease that summer doesn't understand
Something in that easy breeze tells me it's time
"For what?" I ask
"You know" it says.