(at the end) of the pathway

• January 7, 2018

breathe in the midday air
as the sun high up in the sky
and leave shadows to dance on the ground

turn face into the wind
let pores open wide, should they have to
let sweat flow and streak down

at the end of the pathway
heart may harbour,
to rest
not to fade

for another miles,
it sails away, out far to the sea
it flies away, up high to the sky

stay awake
reach out and head across
this never be the end
– not yet, and not supposed to be –