10/4

Rode the old white horse this evening, took the dogs

And meandered along the back hay fields to

The farm roads.

While the old fellow grazed, thought of life now.

There is much good in it, you made it

So, even now.

Dealing with it, mostly feel the direction is

Still "away", yet there is a slight turn now

Of moving "towards".

I am surprised how vague, how undefined that is.