Out at dawn in April snow,
Feet sliding on the hill
Legs, lungs and beating
heart
Become aware of a larger
beating rhythmic step
In sync,
With a season,
A process,
A weather system’s sweep;
The vast wrap-around
Newfoundland and then back down to where I stand
Still.
This is where I find
myself much larger than first thought.
Clouds and snow moving in
service to a greater imperative
Than my step by step
impatient climb –
That we are as big as
continents
In our containment of
large mysteries,
That we reflect the wheel
and spin of star systems,
That stepping stones can
be the size of decades;
You can open yourself up
To this
In the movement of your
Mind’s eye.
