and I'm ready to let go of guessing,
of trying to be there before
we've even walked the mile stretched out before our feet.
But. What I do know --
I want to walk it, my fingers thread through yours.
I want to run without getting caught up in the bumps we've just hurdled.
And trust that we'll be able to swiftly move over
fields of flat plains
That our lungs will stretch
and our legs will move
and our hearts will keep beating
in time with each other
no matter what's underfoot.