Enough

It’s a little late in the game

for adventure –

she thinks –

stepping down the stone-strewn path.

Her body aches,

Her breath is labored,

Her shoulders tense and high.

She pauses,

inhales deeply,

breathes out a deliberate, slow stream.

There are trees here.

There are hills

and a big sky.

The terrain is not familiar,

but the planet is her own.

She must – she thinks –

learn to feel at home

anywhere on the earth.

No parents now.

No safety.

No guarantees.

But, really and truly,

there never were.

She left Hecate’s torch at the crossroads

for another traveler

in transition.

She has boots on her feet,

a staff in her hand,

and a song to sing

as she goes.

It is – for now - enough.