Walking
One step at a time
Focused on every step,
My breath in rhythm with the steps.
A stream of melting snow
Racing down the hill,
Steadily my steps move at their own pace.
Never again will this moment arise
This moment is all I truly have,
Undaunted by the clouds and cold
The mountains and pines speak peace to me.
-pmw
At least you’re free to focus…
Catching up on my reading Steve. I’m glad to see your posts again. Awareness propagates good writing.