Mahalia.

The world can be lean, 

Thinly-lived, breathing in

like scraping a bowl's edge. 

The world can be rich, 

brimming with cornflower, compromise, 

and all that is running toward the Good. 

I wish for you, 

the whole story - 

that you might know the beauty 

of finding your own way.

From here.

The ache in my bones

I forget

because we are too busy

playing

And going every way

feeling

the sunlight and sounds

of every step.

Time, trickling by

into the river

and if you sit a while

the quiet is loud.

Forget the din

of the city,

Cross ridges without

looking both ways.

Here, I will dress

lightly,

Letting go of a few things

there and there.

I walk in Love,

this way and that,

to greet the breeze on my cheek,

every color a gift.

If we were made for Longing,

then tell me,

which way is it to

a clear path to run?