Every day is a struggle
to keep my heart in tune
with the heartbeat
of the earth.

My feet are soled, not souled.
My eyes are shaded, not blinded.
My mind is busy, not clear.

I leave when the sun is rising
and return when it has gone.

I will find my clarity in the
crisp
cool
early morning hours.
I will sink my feet into the frost.

*Hello, soul.