When the change came

I felt it in my back,

in the lightening of a burden

I had forgotten I bore.


I shifted my shoulders

to re-balance my life

and gazed around me, questioning

my belonging here,


then, standing straighter, I breathed

my first breath of a new season,

and I stepped gently ahead

into the garden of my future.


Weeds were there, some I had fought

for years of my living.

I knew they had as much right

as I to this new earth.


With them were flowers beyond my knowing,

with colors, fragrance, and shimmering green.

My feet made no sound or imprint

below me.

I fit in here, with the weight

              of moonlight.

Carol Bosworth