direction

light breaks as dawn
as a desperate gasp at the pool's surface
and suddenly I have a heading
no means of getting to the destination
no petty details
but a direction, a path, a way to move forward
to live
and not just exist
moving at first in inches
questioning, conversing, listening
shuffling that turns into steps, becomes strides,
gives way to dancing
and just a paper thin will holds the body
encapsulating my soul
from sliding back into melancholy
if the mustard seed grows
the soul will thrive