Forty
Arriving here, seems I've taken the long way 'round
running through thickets until these lungs ache, sharply rejoicing a deeper existence.
Oh what a beautiful mess I've made stomping in the dirt, tap tap tapping my feet
hopping and twirling in slivers of light
going for broke while admiring veins in leaves.
The path, undefined
save for reflections in the land
calling
guiding
to
this fortieth year
alive.