She. Difficult. Small.
she had been aiming for greatness
for the biggest impossible things
she often achieved disappointment
she is unearthing and tracing the roots
of each wound, unwinding through time and space
tree and river, mountain and highland
she sees the whole and
she sees nothing at all
nothing beyond suffering
nothing, that is, until she spies
the smallest tracks across the sands
or between two souls awakening
the smallest tracks and anonymous acts
revealed in the right kind of light
and no other
too bright or too dark
she is blind
but with the light of a small candle
she can take a small step
she can stop, and take a breath
things are difficult, and she knows it
she stops, looks around, and sees
she already has what she needs
where is she headed?
even she does not know, only that she is
most certainly in motion
walking and asking
praying
being
She Is _________
~San Francisco, January 2019
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