Small Steps

I show up with

expectations of

people being like

they were, and

voila, they’re not!

They’ve changed.

Or have I changed?

Do we bring out

in others, what

we ourselves evoke?

Even, ever so subtly?

I think so.

But I don’t feel

so changed.

But then again,

I live with myself

24/7 and don’t notice

everyday shifts

that seem like

walking up or

down stairs,

one at a time &

you’re at a different

location–but

each step was

small compared

to where you

ended up.

Stairs up Moro Rock. Sequoia National Park, California

Stairs up Moro Rock. Sequoia National Park, California

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