Sometimes
you have to stop
and take stock,
be quiet enough
to listen,
raise a finger
to the wind;
be still enough
to hear direction
even when heart
pounds in the darkness…
sometimes.
Sometimes
living life
is not writing,
but living,
not writing,
but waiting.
Sometimes
you must breathe out
before you can
breathe in again.
Margaret Dubay Mikus
©1999
From As Easy as Breathing
and Full Blooming (CD)