trying to be better with
being slow
being quiet
being empty
there is recklessness in me but i am
trying to deep breathe and step each step
with a little more caution, a watching
of the path, awareness of my
slippery feet. i am walking
through the woods though, walking
onward and on, even when days
grow monstrous and long, even when
the body is tangled and sad. i am
walking on, and then, even after
the hardest turns, there is sudden
clarity, the sky deepening into its
darkest blues, the horizon still
pale, the first star so quiet and
still. i sip on tea and remember
to untense my tense shoulders.
time will gurgle onwards, always
reckless with me. i am bending,
folding, finding space to be.
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