The earth turns and leaves fall.
A divine place to begin a new journey,
to leave a part of us behind.
As the snake sheds the skin,
and the trees shed their leaves.
The wild heart beats against the chest,
growing in sound, until it is impossible
to ignore any more.
The feet will tell when
the call comes
to end, leave and walk on.
Gathering bits and pieces as we go.
Of bones, mud, sticks, feathers.
For we are creatures of mother earth
and we walk bare feet.
The only way to walk, I think.