Daily Sauntering

Better to rest
in the still eye of the storm
than to chase its wild tail—

where winds
tear at every fragile thing,
and the world
is only blur and noise.

In the quiet center,
I learn to see.
In the unmoving heart,
I learn to live.

– 2020

The body whispers of its limits,
soft edges closing in,
like evening light folding over the hills.
Yet in this tender narrowing,
a wide sky opens—
a moment unbound,
where the soul walks freely,
lighter than youth ever knew.