At Twenty-Nine

There I stood
At twenty-nine
Near the pinnacle
Of life’s creative glow

Saturn’s plan
Invisible
Radically shifted
I whispered, “Surrender”

To the grind
Routine’s numbness
Another year on
With a sigh wondering why

A portal
A magic door
Revealed before me
A hidden path of light

A new life
Full of purpose
And future promise
Because I answered, “Yes”