Would that you'd feel the flood of thoughts I felt as I kicked the ball of life down the graveled way.
The deer who saw me first, then bounded 'cross my path so I'd look up.
Look up!
How long she studied me!
I told her it's okay (we both knew it was not) to trust my kind.
The damp stick I carried.
For comfort?
To ground me?
The why, near the end, with nirvana in sight, I turned back on purpose to do it all again.
Leaving the wishes, the worries…the noise.
From whence I came.