I am the Open Road

January 2015

I am the open road.

I am the wind and the tree.

The leaves, the branches,

the fruit.

I am the new born baby,

crying its first breath.

I am possibility.

I am the trunk and the roots.

I am the old woman,

struggling to get out of her chair,

cane in hand. One more walk.

I am the old man,

lying in bed,

who smiles when his dog comes in the room.

I am the leaf that falls

in September,

the snowflake in December.

I am new life,

the second chance,

the third chance.

I am the house in the open prairie

and the kids playing in the yard.