In the movement of my feet along this path
comes stillness, a falling away

of all my plans and failures
and small successes,

of running through the day,
swimming through the dark waves of night,
     floundering,
          going down,
               coming up,

and so I walk this labyrinth path,
breathing in
     the sound of wind among leaves,
breathing out
     a hum of thread unwinding,

my days and nights quieting
to these simple steps

that wind and circle around a center
until the center settles within myself.


© by Kay N. Sanders.
Used with the author’s permission.