I am the master of the indirect path. Why? Because I have sensitive skin.
I cannot walk in the full glare of the sun on the wide, clear path.
I have to stay in the woods, in the shade, and find my own way.
I'm in no hurry.  Twice as long is acceptable because I say it is.
I will reach my destination, and I will remain whole.

The cool shade strengthens me.  The solitude caresses me.
The lack of expectation fills my lungs with clean, fresh time.
Nothing slows me down because I do not carry speed.
Those who arrive before me will be surprised when I appear.
But I will join them all the same, and my path will join theirs,
     in memory.

© Maria Morales, 2004