Lost or just a Pilgram?

To the question what’s next and where am I living now:

Why do I need an answer?

Why do I need to know where my home is,

And where am I just a visitor?

I’m walking in this space of  in between

Where arriving and departing

Constantly change

The ground falling away as I move forward and between two worlds

And that is okay

For I think I am, perhaps,

A Pilgrim

Not just a journeyer on path of grief

Or on the afterlife of grief

But a wayfarer to new horizons

Where grief is just a companion

For there is still beauty and laughter and joy to know

And new sorrows

Along the way

The particularities of nature which bring wonder

The love of friends and family that warms

New places to wander through

And old places to settle into

The horizons are muted

But all I can do is walk into the unknown