The Quiet Fork

There are days when the road splits

and your energy doesn't.

Where your vision is loud

but your spirit is quiet.

I'm here now.

Between what I've built

and what still calls my name.

Between the hunger to push

and the wisdom to rest.

I'm not in motion today.

I'm listening.

Letting the dust settle

So the path can show itself.

Field Note:

When the way forward feels faint, silence is a guide.