i stepped back onto the
walking track after
clouds were squeezed
hard, by storms, rain
pattered on prairies
i saw many people
had sunk their feet,
into the mud,
others had been on
the cleaner paths
eventually, the mud thinned,
the footsteps pressed it flat
i saw a passage made,
without intention.
And i thought
life is often eased this way
by rains and factors
by strangers  
softening the ground.
With this, I keep my emotions raw.
With this, I lean toward God.