will be to arrive where we started
and know the place for the first time."
TS Eliot
Do you ever feel like you've run this lap before?
Like you are beating a worn path,
treading over the same traces
of the same footprints?
We are not children any longer
and our footprints don't reveal
in and of themselves
a steady growth,
evidence of a life growing in length
with shoes struggling to keep pace.
Our prints stay the same
and ask us to break patterns --
to lean bravely into
the becoming,
to venture beyond the staid
and exhaustingly familiar --
to make the acquaintance
of the steadiness that answers
the wild call of the future,
the one
that is hard won
through the pressing of feet;
through the passing of time.
through the passing of time.