Furious at delays, things in my way,
people slowing me down,
I would still change pace
with pets, mostly dogs
who hiked with me through
the wild places I visited.
On my trajectory of change,
the representative of a simmering
lineage, homeless, stepping always
on alien lands with the unacknowledged
guilt of colonists. Uneasy but focused,
striding through “on your left”
the airport walkways with my cross-
country skier pace or
driving with my foot down
racing to the beat.
A list of goals
and things to do,
eyes on the prize.
Until a cough grew worse.
down into darkness,
breakdown and loss,
contemplating death in the devastation.
Stripped of everything, my innate
joy surfaced. And now
steps, pausing to see
coming back to my breath.