The Unfolding

Let the path unfold minute by minute,
unexpected detours and momentary pleasures approach;
endings are beginnings
and play is real.
Let go of the struggle; let life pursue you for once.
Unpack your stuff so you can find your way.
Answers are elusive but still the river flows.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018

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