Fast, Then Slow

I set out,

My mind is busy,

As usual.

Quick steps at first,

Then, I begin to slow,

My path lies ahead.

I choose my route,

A familiar crunch,

Echoes beneath my feet.

I stop,

I breathe,

I feel.

I begin again,

A thread of hay,

In my hands.

Twisting,

Twirling,

Curling.

The leaves sway,

My body relaxes,

My senses take over.

A slower breath,

A gentle pace,

My mind eases.

I am home.