Somewhere near yesterday is where I've been, healing a wound, and untangling emotions. Finding my heart after the rampage of cancer and disease took family members. Relearning the simple pleasures of just being without worry, without tears, without anger (Lions and Tigers and Bears, Oh My). It has been five years since the death of my brother John to brain cancer. Five years of waiting for the healing to finish. Waiting for my muse to return to my thoughts, my hands, my words, waiting for my mortality to settle itself to this end.
My muse is my heart and it was dimmed in the shadow of sadness and this most certain reality where everything is different now and a new beginning starts to take shape.
The footprint wasn't mine, or was it?
A movie played, the milk spilled.
Slop it in a towel and it rings out the same.
The footprints impression
was sharing the bird song of morning.
Where does joy lie
inside your minds eye
Can you still find the means
to push forth with grace?
Perplexing how numb life is to the
clicking of the tick tock.
Lost in the steady silence
standing open mouthed catching flies, dumbfounded.
The footprint was moving in on me.
Tossing questions, questioning
Repeating the cycle, here, there
joy, song, life, uncurl this breath,
wake, walk, shine, find the time, ring the rhyme
looking down into the footprint
I knew it was mine.