Wind on back
road comes to fork.
Which way do I go?
Indecision until I check in to
compass of heart.

The sounds of birds
become resonating key
to open senses.

Breath of intention
becomes path
for heart to unfurl.

Air surrounds
with fragrance of
“I can,”
sweet and tantalizing.

And then I take step aligned
in crossroads leading to dreams,
with sacred compass of heart
at helm.