
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.