foot after foot,
you stay on your path,

aft becomes fore
and fore becomes aft,

as your tread truly tracks
and the road’s wiggles wind,
mind becomes body,
body morphs
into mind,

what matters most
surely comes–
not only in time,
not when
or the way
you would ask,

but instead,
like a rainbow
sprung straight through the rain–

when least you expect it,
it rises there
bright, clear and clean
to brighten your spirit
surprisingly fast.

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