Not to be haunted
by the nagging complaints
against your way of walking
but surrounded instead
by the ancestors of beauty –
this, a blessing to you,
breathed with the first light
winking through the slightly open window
where the cool air reminds you
winter is on the edge of spring.
Your shoes are chosen for your gait
and your friends are chosen for their kindness.
Entering the day, you stroll or saunter or stride
just like you, and your breath is yours to match
the quiet drum of your own heartbeat.
No one else, in the creative universe, can change
what is the gift of you, although they may try
unhappy with the sound of their own feet,
unhappy that they have not been barefoot
in a thick moss of meadow or on the black sand
where the thunder tide braces itself on the earth.
Do not be haunted by those who do not attend
to their own breath, but you must open and drink
the atmosphere free around you.
Those old haunts will not give you good shoes
or a way of covering the distance you need.
They will offer you a stumbling march
while those who love you
move with their own grace alongside.
Mary Lautzenhiser Fraser 3-10-17