Predicament’s Path, Perhaps

is our footing

solid, we ask
the emptiness
considering next
steps or not, onto ground

as yet untrod, here
tentative un-
knowing over
rare space un-
seen invasions, we
are so vulnerable
remembering
to breathe, to turn
off tv news often
hoping green
in this distance
a meadow
these purple
wildflowers, trill
of birdsong overhead,

scampering children,

perhaps that kayak carried
solo towards
a round lake
are not only
a solid collage 

receding, not only
our mirage again perhaps

dissolving..

can you hear within

this eerie quiet

twigs crackling underfoot

as each small step is

boldly taken, smell the scent

of mosses greenly brimming,

feel Springtime’s hum perhaps

of twin hearts surely beating?