For everything I have left behind

I had ideas, good ideas, for what my vocation would look like. No. Topsy-turvy. Stand on my head. Wave my feet in the air.

For everything
I have left behind
And the things to come.
I remember
What I wished
To do
And yes
The wish
Still hangs
In the background
Smoke
From burning leaves.
Begone
Wishes.
May I learn from you
What I need
Send you to waft
Where you will.
Here am I
With what is left
With what
Remains
Right.