Roads River Flowing

A different life, this road

finally mapped

yet unknown, wandering.

Anew, a travel house

window view of earth’s heights

what is my place?

In the rearview mirror

moments of grief,

more are of joy.

Nature’s open door

both familiar, far away

courage to try.

With each step

miles earned

humility in the awe.

Flowering bodies of water

mountains steep, the deserted

free to be me.

Friendships found

unscripted, authentic

teaching what I need.

Feeling my children

missing those I love

I am grateful.

Flowing on my skin

sun’s warmth

waters’ nourishment.

Pathways of choice, 

what do I value most?

I write this chapter.