Field Notes of a Wanderer

The earth hums beneath the stillness,

its rhythm felt in the breath of the wind,

the soft exhale of branches weighed with frost.

This is the pause—the holy interlude—

where endings and beginnings collide.

A lone bird calls across the void of twilight,

its song a question and an answer all at once.

What has been left behind,

what lies ahead,

and who are we in the silence between?

I walk the edge of what was,

barefoot on the brittle remains of the year,

and feel the tender promise of what could be

rooted beneath the decay.

The earth, always faithful,

reminds me: life waits, even here.

This is the gift of a fresh beginning—

a horizon unmarked,

a field unsown,

a sky aching to hold our dreams.

And I, a wanderer,

carry only what I must:

a heart open,

a soul unbound,

and the courage to move forward

into the wild unknown.

Chrysi

Yours in wonder, a fellow sojourner

©️ 2024 Christina Whalen