Change, Growth Or Realization? Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

Call it what you will –
Bird, tree, flower, leaf and bits of sky
Everything makes me come alive.

Years ago I would have seen only birds:
There was a season then, for trees.
Now, at 65, it has covered every available thing.

Once I would have judged every man and thing,
Now I hesitate to express: result is I am
Indecisive, and lose respect from others, and self.

The blankness within, is that meditation?
Feeling matured with doubt always,
That it is perhaps simply Alzheimer!