Just for Today

This morning
I ran a mile
then walked another
Working my way
from emotion
into feeling
and finally
to language
clear as the sun
streaming down
through tall pines
Just for today
I said aloud
to the sky
to the crows
to the first leaves
turning gold
I spoke
what I’d chosen —
and once I began
the choices came
easily and steadily
one after another
until I reached
home again
ready to say
what needed saying
ready to do
what needed doing
and ready to let go
of all that had weighed
on my spirit before
ready to see myself
as the sun
and the shadow
the tree
and the puddle
the moment between
seasons, releasing
all that no longer
belonged with
or to me