Motion

 In the soppy slog

Sinking into

The deep green

Of grass

Not seen

In awhile

The valley

Has been productive

Nowhere near fun

As I celebrate

My birth soon

I’m realizing

What joy

Is found

In rebirth

One founded

On truth

That is being

Brought forward

Without blinders

Staring ahead

With hope

That change

Doesn’t have

To be

As scary

That necessary steps

Aren’t meant

To paralyze

But propel

Our feet

In motion