BALANCE
by Neil Fagerhaugh
Yesterday, I took a walk in the snow
over a frozen marsh and through a silent woods.
I saw a beautiful blanket of snow disturbed only by occasional tracks
from deer and perhaps squirrels.
I heard only the sounds I made: crunching footsteps and my own breathing.
I thought only of the still silence, the white beauty, and my own body working hard.
I did not think of MNsure, politics, or which football team won.
Today, I reflect on my walk
a mind refreshed, rebalanced, aching leg muscles.
A small price to pay.
How wonderful, Neil. Because I have been to your place, I could actually see you walking when I read your piece.
Beautiful poem.