Hard heels to soft toes perform the grand art of balance
lifted by faith each fall will not fail

the map carved by ancestral aviators navigating ancient
constellations

Bright light insight infused with steely transformative power

purposely obstructed by others or veiled by structures of my
own making

Yet the subtle intuitive dance in my steps whispers patterns
from beyond any present

Selecting and arranging words and phrases into a syncopated
rhythm

Syllables gather like fresh string beans snatched snapped tossed
and cuddled under cold water

softened by stirred thoughts and memories infused with
fortifying spices to nourish my hunger

I travel a seemingly unyielding winding path that once
attempted to swallow my course rinsed away

I exhale bravery bringing declarations of “I am okay from here”