Reason to Be

How came I here?
To stop and ask the question
is to be washed up
on the present moment
like a castaway --
with all before
too tumultuous for tales
to be believed.

ahead: all new
and this at any given time

So many friends
and mentors have not made it
to this pass --
remembering them reminds me
that no act of love
is ever wasted

To love, to create,
to fight to be free of fear
I knew,
yet to act with compassion
was long in coming

life at times
was a cold cliff face
at others, fields of flowers
I floated through

indeed, I am rich
with both suffering and joy

and as for reason to be,
I have found none not to
Les Reed poems