Now, As I Am
Winds of change
billow and swirl yet again.
I know to welcome them,
let stormy waters disperse,
allow for newness.
But, I’m uneasy
so I head out on my trusty bicycle
to find my rhythm
and hope to settle a bit.
Lines of past poems
float through my mind
as I pedal,
especially those that explore
grief, loneliness, self-doubt.
I have a rekindled recognition
of all that has come,
flowed through,
evolved.
As the miles pass,
I feel a deepening
into my own self,
a gentle expansion
into places I know well,
along with those
that are pristine,
yet somehow familiar.
I smile with delight at
the comfort of my confines.
Slowly a belief begins to dawn
that, in time, I will find a place,
and maybe some new people,
to fit me now, as I am.
I look both wide and deep
and must remember
to honor the storms,
the Light that reveals,
the beauty
of that
which reflects.
Sarah Carlson
August 7-14, 2023
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