Walking with Dad

Directions in life - not always clear.
But I think I know the way
I will aim my steps today.
Could be this way or that.

It is calmness in motion
as I shuffle along;
the mind settles
as I glide.

The part that beats
and that which breathes
are getting to where they want to be,
bringing the cell and the whole to smile.

Smiles expand outward
as I meld with what's around me;
beauty moves inward,
enriching and brightening.

I think it is Tuesday,
and I am going this way,
but now and here
is my when and where.

I may lose myself in time,
but this is not forgetting,
for it is inside each moment
where I find myself - to remember

I think of my dad;
he had a troubled ticker,
preventing him in many things
from physically partaking.

It can only be a gift,
an ability simple as this,
a gift I heartily accept,
a gift very much precious.

Just about finished
with todays life giving trek;
returning to another good space,
the heartbeat and the breath.

I look up at the blue,
a few clouds too.
The breeze is a whisper;
inside I am still.

It is in this stillness and hush
that I feel my dad smiling;
I feel too a gratitude
that's beyond all my musings.

Directions in life may not always be clear,
but I know the way in which I will walk today.
It is within gratitude and love always,
whether this way or that.