On Living for Future Goals

Find the Place Where Things Grow

A Boletes Mushroom, Mount Sunapee, Photo by Author

Not the summit,
but the slope — the grit underfoot,
where ferns clutch crevices,
their small green gestures of patience.

I stop where a rock wobbles,
let my breath find the pace of trees,
the silent, unhurried life of moss.

Here, each step unspools its own weight,
not chasing, not held by anything more
than the next steady press of earth.

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Audio recording narrated by the author.

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As always, a huge THANK YOU for taking the time to read my poem. Without you, my voice would be a whisper just floating in the air.

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