A Foot upon the Air
A notion half begun
The world a canvas everywhere
Beneath a quiet sun
No path no thoroughfare
To mark where I have been
A fleeting Presence light as prayer
Amidst the common scene
The Breath a whisper soft and deep
A Question in the Mind
What secrets do the moments keep
That I have left behind
A Bird's small note then it is gone
A Thought that takes its flight
From where the day began to dawn
Into the coming light
No certain shore no harbor near
A boundless inner sea
Dispelling every fragile Fear
That ever beckoned me
The Heart a compass swinging free
To destinies unknown
A silent profound Liberty
Upon a Spirit sown
About the Creator
Tim Carmichael
Let your becoming be louder than your fear, and your smallest steps become the road you once thought impossible to walk. An Appalachian poet and cookbook author my book Beautiful and Brutal Things is on Amazon, Link 👇
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