This
Step
Somewhere
around the
middle of your life
you understand
that
it is not
the destination.
Nor is it
what is waiting
where the
road turns next.
It is the
step
that you
are taking now
or maybe
what has stopped you.
It is this
soft light, sifting
through the
leaves,
the red-winged
blackbird
calling from
the mountain-ash.
It is the
secret whispered
in this breeze.
this breath. |