i stepped away.

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