Step into the wind
blink three times for each season of memory
each moment you were comforted with the thought
that you would someday take this first step.
Wring out the remaining stuck
the matter of shoulds and should-nots
embrace the arms that guided you here
those beaming souls of light and leisure
loving you the entire day through.
Recognize an altar as it flames
smile and sing that soft refrain
your story has never stopped,
Your pen as strong as your needle and thread.