THE NEXT STEP

When you stand in the middle 

of multiple branching paths,

knowing which one you take

will impact the next several 

finite and precious years,

when you are laden with the weight

of all that you carry,

and are called to

the steepest path

by oracles and owls,

never worry how your breath

will manage the altitude,

or whether your heart

is robust enough

to reach the mountaintop.

Travelling is managed

one footfall at a time.

Just take

the next step.

One from the fall of 2013, my friends. Shared with the Poetry Pantry at Poets United.