Brisbane, Australia

A light steady rain wets the porch
Textures the muddy canal below
The trees droop with wanted moisture
Birds sound familiar but I’m not sure
Of their names

I’m comforted by the cool gray sky
And I’m not afraid
For the first time I think of
A different life
More full, less heavy, less selfish
The possibility intrigues me
In a quiet time before I return
To my current path

A growth of trust
In myself, in others, and in God’s will
How fast things change
After an imagined lifetime

The birds dive, trusting the unseen air
Their wings in their control
I feel mine pull stiffly from my side
And sense the wind touching my face.