My frontiers have narrowed with the years,
I tell myself.
As I debate going
To the outside of my
Aunt's house, on the estate
Where I used to roam freely on these
Easter Sundays, when I was so much
This Easter, after a light meal, ( so I don't give
myself heartburn, I tell myself) I think of my New
Shoes, and newer suit and I stay inside the house and
examine the company instead, roaming the rooms, and discover
that perhaps, I haven't narrowed those frontiers at all. It seems that I've
Merely embarked on adventures to deeper places.
There is a note at the bottom of this poem, written somewhere between the date of its writing, on Easter, 15 April, 1990, and its re-discovery in 1997.
The note states "reflect, although unknown at time, the flux from external to internal, which has now become so important in the author's [my] life".
Space and time have become very important in my life at this point. Interestingly enough, I have to wonder where I am on that square now. Then, I was moving from external, non-people, to internal, people. I have since explored internal, non-people (kind of a self exploration) and now seem to be beginning to enjoy external, people.
Instead of a square, based on two items, however, I'm beginning to wonder if the exploration involves three factors, though: the third factor being 'is the explorer alone or not?'
In that case, the above would show a transition between exploration of non-humans, alone, to exploration of humans alone. The transition since then would then be from exploration of humans, alone, to exploration of self, alone. Now I'm beginning to enjoy exploration of non-humans together with other humans, and am allowing them to aid me in exploring humans. The 'final frontier' will be what is occurring now: the allowance of other humans to explore me.