Today has no goal
unless breath is a goal
like yesterday
tomorrow
one moment
unfolding the way it does
seamless stitches
into this colossal quilt
of choices
some call for one path up the mountain
I call for many
offerings to the altar
found within me
inviting, burrowing
calm now
dark earth churning
mayhem
as close as ever
something else
appealing inside
quiet
asking me to walk
alone
for a while
let the questions
insist
like hail
outside
my open
window
