Listening

It was the walk down
the ponder of the heart
it was the rush
the flush
the little creek
of an inch of a smile.

It was the beat
that I was used to
the slow steady chant
as if a silent recognition
or acknowledgement

blurred thought
begin to sharpen

It was the walk down
a quiet peaceful one
it was the mind
that struggled
and grasp

it was knowing everything
and forgetting
it was learning
and accepting
it was fighting to run
and learning to walk

footsteps
are a little
closer to
my sanity.