When We Stroll

Holding sway over our minds 

are the stories we tell ourselves

early in the morning or 

late at night. It may be at the 

grocers or the bank. 

Stories of 

better than or 

not good enough 

but when we’re strolling 

in the shade of an old elm tree, 

or by water lapping the shore 

we can hear our own truth. 

That time when the noise 

of the world is merely a fiction;

when just a flock of sparrows, 

a breath of wind and brilliant sunlight 

hold sway over our minds.

“In the end you don’t so much find yourself 

as you find someone who knows who you are.”

~ Robert Brault