Between the Heel and Horizon

I carry myself forward though the ground beneath me

seems to open into an inquiry

this path neither the birthplace of my stride

nor the destination promised by its measure

A grass blown field unfolds without explanation

the long green congregates under the sun

and still there is no summons or call

only the mild astonishment of being paused

while moving

I do not know if I am grateful

yet I marvel at how the ankle turns

how the body remembers motion

before the mind has chosen where to set its gaze

The thought half gathered in me

remains unsaid swirling like the hush between a sonant beginning

and its reflection on another's ear

I want to speak of purpose

but the land leans one way the birds another

children in the distance lift their arms

as if signaling to no one in particular

It seems the world carries its answer forward

though I remain unsupplied with my own

Banners of cloud slide overhead

patches of light rise and vanish upon the earth

I am reminded of the body's procession

how it accompanies itself faithfully

pulsing in the wrist melting into stride

singing within me though I stay undecided

Midway through the path

midway through my thought

I sense the glory of incompletion

how each fragment belongs

how every unfinished gesture vibrates

And so forward I step again

not toward conclusion

but into the bright confusion

that welcomes me as kin