[211] The Rising Day

Rhythmic pacing,

foot by foot, feet meet earth

step by step, toward my hum

rewire, reset, toward no regret

reset, rewire, I'm in the briar

I got a flat tire on my way to desire

I heard the town crier saying

there is no fire.

rhythmic pacing, I find it again

barefoot, I reset in the underbrush

where delicate vines lie and thrive

and creatures live, quiet but mighty

even on the sidelines

in rhythmic pacing, I do pine

so I pace, foot by foot,

feet meet earth, step by step

toward my hum

I quench my thirst, find my rhythm

yet again, in the beauty of

the rising day.