Food and Walking

And these are the days of
Yawnings and stretches
When I, like an
Idle traveller
Sit at my crossroads
In the sun knowing
The decision does not
Have to be yet made
About which road 
To go down. 

What a
Journey I am on.
How far 
I have come.
How blessed I am
By time and incident
Loss and pain
Beauty and exhilaration

And all
Possibility lies
Open before me like a
Big wide bowl of fruit
I can pick up
And eat.
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