OfPonderingWandering

Splints,

Cramps, 

Pulls. 

My body aches,

While the future still sets.

That is okay, 

I keep walking.

One after the other,

Like rain on the ground.

This is how the path is laid. 

I place my hand on my chest,

Feel the rhythm underneath.

Matching the resonance,

I move on.

The pieces will fall into place, 

When the time is right. 

What I witness,

On this journey, 

Is my gradual becoming,

Ignorant

Of how many steps I take. 

No matter the circumstance, 

My control of it, 

Or the storm of my feelings, 

I choose to move through,

Meeting emotion with motion, 

It’s what my grandfathers would have wanted.