second guessing is not a character trait
listed on my Elle magazine cube quiz.
–pick a path, then pack back out-
that’s not me, I’d rather not choose.
rather stay fixed to my floor
stuck on newly coated varnish.
stand behind locked doors, all the while
holding my keys
until I know which direction my google map points.
upon departure I knew –
head north –
find the weathered old sign,
the one hidden in the overgrown grasses
to this sacred trailhead I had heard about
out in open field, free, attached only to wind
and my laces, that’s it.
be still and wait on fallen storms
that dilute my days of freedom
like rain clouds in my coffee cup.
I drink them down now, it’s time.
keep the dirt dustless,
ready my hills in blooms of royal and jade,
and let the sun shine again in my eyes.