Beginning

A poem

I’ve yet to thank

the love that I lost

as the love that carried me

into a new life.

I’ve yet to trust

the warm face

of the mountain

that bears a new sun.

I’ve yet to see life

as real as it is:

good for me,

the line against the world,

beginning again.

Now, on this path, I carry the stones of yesterday: I let go, like the earth accepts movement in her home, like shapes in the sky hold light and water and rain, like summer is green, like the mind is the sky, and yes is the heart leaning forward.