WPC: Path

One can never see far
enough into the path of our life
so much longing to know when, when
will it end when can I see more when
will I have enough when will I veer off
when can I stop walking when

The End

The end of a day is sometimes
a relief sometimes a celebration
of a job well done sometimes an anxious step
towards something just on the horizon
sometimes the day is so good you don’t want
to ever let it go

Pieces

Dreams and hugs tears
and celebrations first kisses
wedding bells sunset views
disappointments regrets too
worries caring too much sitting
under that tree for
an extra long time my husbands
laugh my boys
blue eyes that feeling
in my belly when I know
it is right the roar of a river
the smell of BBQ
the rosewater scent of my grandmother
a backpack’s zipper they all scatter
but together basking in the sunlight
just below the churning mist they are humming
softly with the tides
harmonizing my wild
swift incredible life

Flow

Walk with curiosity
when ever you can embracing
the weave of the flowing land beneath
your feet bringing you back
to where you began
again and again