Each dawn is a new canvas,
painted in clear or gloom.
The sea whispers or roars
Smooth sailing
Then typhoon.
Bird alights
On a trembling branch,
teaching balance
On the sway.
Miles to go before I sleep
But I cannot look away.
River curves
No question mark
She has no questions at all.
Carving stone without persistence.
Nothing needful
But to fall.
No map charts this journey.
Each step
A culmination.
Some days
The wind carries you;
other times you
Long to be the wind.
Wake,
Begin again.
There is no path to find
Cloudia Charters