Living
in the Pause
I lean
to rest now,
needing
every post I pass,
each
bench, each stone.
I pause
for the egret
on the
hill
stalking
mice,
and the
bobcat
who
stumbles toward me,
a
baby, with huge paws,
and
spots.
I
motion, “Leave the path,”
and he
tumbles into a culvert
by the
side of the road.
I pause
for his mother
on the
hunt,
knowing
her kitten is safe
at
where
the land
is safe,
and the
animals and plants,
allow us
to lean
into wisdom,
as we
walk, like grace,
through
their space.
