my feet move forward.
I don’t know where this pathway is going.
Will it be a hard walk,
or an easy stroll?
Will there be obstacles along the way,
or fresh huckleberries lining the path?
I don’t know.
I see myself grasping at branches and shrubs,
looking for grounding,
for safe passage.
Yet, these plants do not offer what I am looking for.
I glance at the sky,
hoping for a sign of the weather to come,
but I just see a little ways ahead.
I look down,
when out of the corner of my eye,
I see the tiniest pink blossom.
It’s looking at me too,
with a smile on its petals.
As if to say,
“Welcome to the pathway”.
I stop and slowly look around,
right at my feet,
is a soft blanket of flowers,
I had never seen before.
As I gaze ahead,
I see blossoms in hues of yellows, purples and pinks,
I hear a creek running up ahead.
I notice the birdsong that is serenading my journey.
I walk forward,
with this new awareness,
I see I am surrounded by life,
I am peaceful.
I walk on,
not knowing what will happen on this pathway,
where to focus,
along the way.