When the change came
I felt it in my back,
in the lightening of a burden
I had forgotten I bore.
I shifted my shoulders
to re-balance my life
and gazed around me, questioning
my belonging here,
then, standing straighter, I breathed
my first breath of a new season,
and I stepped gently ahead
into the garden of my future.
Weeds were there, some I had fought
for years of my living.
I knew they had as much right
as I to this new earth.
With them were flowers beyond my knowing,
with colors, fragrance, and shimmering green.
My feet made no sound or imprint
below me.
I fit in here, with the weight
of moonlight.
—Carol Bosworth