Some days
I imagine
I'm the girl
in the gauzy
strapless dress.
.
Your sunlight warms
bare shoulders
and blurs
the edges
of my vision so
dreams marry truth
in the daylight.
.
My footfalls
are gentle as
I glide my way
along your paths
that meander and
diverge,
then circle back
and unite
once again,
a delicate labyrinth
of seeming
impossibilities.
.
On days less
ethereal I would
feel lost,
consumed in worry
my steps might
be misguided.
I'd long for
paths clearly marked,
allowing thought-out
choices of
right or left,
right or wrong.
.
But today
I breathe in
slowly,
the corners
of my lips
turned up in
watchful gratitude.
.
This is
my journey.
.
And besides,
it's difficult
to fret
with the breeze
whispering in your
hair and tickling
the backs of
your knees.
