bridge walk

awake
from slumber
quiet
shaking of the washing machine
spin cycle
coffee
still warm
the new morning ritual
post hectic
post scramble
post sweet kisses good-bye
here I sit
constructing the day
what will
I miss?
Not my new luxury
a walk
in perfect weather
over the bridge and back
I'll have time if I get going soon.
one foot in front of the other
rhythm and balance
a practice of physically moving forward
getting perspective
and allowing the divinity of nature to speak
as I am reminded by the words of other wise women
I walk on
eyes open
accepting the sun
the wind
whoever I encounter on my path
whatever situation arises on the walk
a little different each day
but the same practice.
mind, body soul
I'm goin' over the bridge ladies
see you when I get back.