Outside

 

The cold crisp air

Gray sturdy trees

Straight pathway

Beckons faithfully

 

Any declaration

Bold or timid

Is a flag waved

To the winds of karma

 

Life and breath

Are more than automatic

Each moment we sip

The wondrous oxygen

 

We know our debt

While energy bubbles

In our veins

We take a step

 

Along this faithful path

Among these valiant trees

One reality giving way

To the next unknown.

 

11/30/2021.  I’ve been more and more aware that we are living in a new reality. We cannot pretend to know what’s coming.  It’s all new.  How we navigate it is all we really control.  Even going outside is brave.  What I find interesting is how similar this poem is to the one I wrote in August.