Starting the Change

My path falls ahead of me

with great big "THUMPS".

No graceful jaunt is awaiting,

which leaves my throat in lumps.

I hide in my house awhile

just staring out the window

my reflection sneaks in a smile

as memories collect on the floor.

I have ridden horses in rich wine country

and I have taken a (too young) drink or two.

Made love without truly loving

and tasted life anew.

So as my reflected face

falls over images outside,

on trees, rocks and some places

unknown that I am bound to find...

a sense of will and "can do"

warms my muscles up for more.

My soul travels down to my shoes

to let me power out the door.