Go On

I must walk this road:

alone, no guide, no tide:

My hands work.
I must act.

An eastern sun sips my window
laughter of blue skies:

I rise from where I can rise
the size makes little difference

I feel this mundane struggle
it pulses

I move further into need
hearing what my dripping
hands are saying in dance:

I am further in
I am further in.