Footsteps often go silent
The wake of the moment forces a pause
Stepping off the pathway, a collection of self
Long inhales, holding as time grinds to a halt
Counting slowly, finding calm
At capacity, each moment a strain
Then plumes catch currents upon release
Drops fall to the ground, nourishing my steps
Unpausing the moment, as if it never existed
Onward I go
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