Where did it go-your promise 
to yourself or the world 

you’d held it; protected it 
for all those years 

to release to 
an audience of fools 

it flew like an untethered balloon 
or a deli bag on the wind 

the sense of loss or regret 
tempered by the beauty 

of the dance 
of life’s currents 

all promises to the wind 
as you wake up 

and recommit yourself 
to the present moment