Pink cloud tops,
Spanish and boots,
chocolate, leather, and
a withering of childhood need
in an undiscovered country.
Initial steps on a rocky path-
unsteady footing in drying wind,
arms wrapped around a sandbag
of understanding.
All yesterdays have washed away,
a surprising falsehood
captured in spotlight,
the soothing and familiar way a rut.
A task of magnitude
and inevitability ahead,
steep and rugged,
reaching skyward.
With stirring acceptance,
the direction chosen.