After it all.

After you’ve made your money.

After you’ve done what you do.

After you’ve hated those to hate.

After you’ve loved all you can love.

After you’ve seen death once, twice.

After a child or two has grown and gone.

After you’ve shamed and belittled.

After you’ve healed enough to stop.

After you win one last time after your loss.

After you find war.

After peace.

What will you do?

Perhaps be. In the breeze.

One moment when the weather is right.

One brief slice of time.

Perhaps you’ll finally find where you already are.