In Re-cognition of Place

photo by shf

I stand on uneven ground

scattered with frosted leaves at dawn.

Sky stretches in gradients of gray

and the clarity of sunrise is hidden.

Magpies congregate,

their yellow beaks cheerful flashes

in the mute of morning.

I step onto the path, dog tails wagging alongside,

and thank the breath and bones and will

that send me forth,

pivot of potential on the pilgrim journey,

one of many given gravity

by the ever present ballast of Love.