Finding My Way
How do I respond to the lone tree in the field
its branches outstretched with uncertainty
Shall I walk up and wrap my arms around it
with a grip that gives it no choice but to stand tall
Maybe I step into the gentle stream by its side
allowing the soothing, clear water to carry me away
Perhaps my eyes hold the color of the light upon its leaves
to guide me moment by moment in finding my way
This is a revised version of a poem that I wrote about 6 years ago and posted on one of my earlier blogs, Mostly My Heart Sings. Time definitely has a way of softening things. Anniversaries of my breast cancer diagnosis, my lumpectomy and my mastectomy have passed and I didn’t even notice. That’s what the distance of 8 years can do. I found my way through uncertainty with a little gripping, a lot of floating, and mostly keeping my eye on the light.
* I took this photo of the afternoon sunlight streaming through the maple tree in front of our motel room in Door County, Wisconsin this past August.