Restless to breathe
Hungry to wander
Tied to home, stuck on repeat.
Drawn to the forest-
craving its space, seeking its peace.
It has been too long- I go.
Eager to walk through the heaviness
Push through the trees to the other side of anxiety.
Met with the path a sheet of ice.
I resign to disappointment.
Determined- I take a foot path.
Soon, too, a slick of ice, I stop in the sun.
Light peeking through the forest.
An impulse to press on- restlessness LOUD.
But rooted here a moment,
Sun warm against a waking forest,
anticipation of a spring not yet arrived.
An embrace of quiet calm
wraps around my restlessness-
I could have loudly pushed ahead
but if not for the stillness
(no rush, no distance, no push)
I’d not have heard
About the author: Susan Cochrane is a member of the Elevation community who has attended Elevation since her university days.