A poem about readiness to launch, and learning to be guided by an inner listening. — There is a path
cut between two
cliff walls,
following course of river.
There, dip your hands
into the cool stream,
gazing forward
ready to launch
now,
following each flow line. I can do this.
You can do this.
Slow and steady
now, find the space
between strokes,
a curl into silence.
Be guided
by an…