Is not a burden to bear.
It is unexpected in so many ways, yet
there was never a chance for us to avoid it:
the path seeming tangent but twisting and connecting just in time.
Train tracks flipped by a single switch
that altered the course of everything.
Solid ground to stand on, legs strengthened by hours walking
and arms willing to hold no matter the babble.
Forging days into weeks,
this is how it has been.
Outside, they do not see it. Outside, they see haste.
But those eyes are untrained in our ways
to warp
that mysterious river
simply by welcoming it with open hearts.
Treeshallow Musings 