Egret Spirit Go fast, take a chance Go fast, take a chance Metronome mantra to quicken my cadence— Run rhythm along the fallen leaves crunching to the beat with each stride. My eyes glance up at a leafless tree a gray figure on the lowest branch breaks my stride. My mantra interrupted— what is that? A single black leg standing firm Long slim beak pointing at me. I stop, and admire the stoic bird One eye looks into mine Sweat drips down my forehead We don’t move— our gaze welcomes solitude, stillness True freedom on the trail.
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LITERALLY poetry in motion - this is beautiful, Julie - well, it ALL is:
"Metronome mantra to
quicken my cadence—"
:D
Loved this poem, thanks for sharing it.