Down Days

One more step, then another.
Some days I skip, others I plod.
Today is a plod day. Up and down
the peaks and valleys I trod. I
know the path well, but still
find surprises along the way.

Where is my joy on plod days?
Grey clouds filled with rain
mask the sun. Am I reacting to
weather, fatigue, some unsettling
interactions with another, or
just my own pendulum? Don’t know
so I wait, certain that I move to the
Light with each step regardless of its temper.