All hail the halfway point,
proud island of a wearisome journey,
blessed peak of respite to mark
a job well-done and more to come,
a downhill descent from here!
A day to reminisce
on sweet beginnings, naive hunger,
for tallying up the steps taken
and the lessons learned with each,
a day to commemorate what once was
and what has now become,
what fresh soft longings
have hardened into sharper,
what precious, unassuming attempts
will never be again
and to herald what lies ahead-
for who knows what stirrings,
what evolutions have emerged
in the course of half a year
in the depths of a soul’s wisdom,
and who will recognize its ever-changing shape
for double the stretch?
Who knew a young frustrated girl
and who knows the woman now,
who by speaking has learned silence,
who by thinking has learned thinking well?
And who will know the master
she will give her life to be,
who’ll one day look upon this day
as that she ponders now?