A day in the Boston Public Library

It only takes a reminder to breathe, 

a moment to be still, and just like that, 

something in me settles, softens, makes 

space for imperfection. The harsh voice 

of judgement drops to a whisper and I 

remember again that life isn't a relay 

race; that we will all cross the finish 

line; that waking up to life is what we 

were born for. As many times as I 

forget, catch myself charging forward 

without even knowing where I'm going, 

that many times I can make the choice 

to stop, to breathe, and to be, and walk 

slowly into the mystery. 

by Danna Faulds