i stepped away
today
not to be contrary to the coal black pain, but rather
just for a moment not to be at all.
to feel
the rush of a stream over my toes, and
to hear
the call of cardinals, searing red.
i stepped away
to regain
my footing, shaky and weary to the bone.
what good are we
if we forget what it is
to breathe
broken but alive
under the summer sun.
“Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it.
The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time.
On some of those rocks are timeless raindrops.
Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.”
Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It
Amy K. Sorrells 