step

What is a step?

A movement. Progress. A hope. The present future. 

But how far? 

A step takes you nowhere.  Your journey done and the sound is the same.  Your old name remains. You have moved, and it is nowhere.

What then a journey?

Sets of steps? One nothing and a second? And the river bends, the valley spreads, and home is abolished.

What awaits?

An ocean. Whelming deep and forever wide. Grasping, hungry, and strange. An ocean of night to be found by the touch.  Day in our trembling hands.

So why?

In our blind wander, in our sinking swim, we abide the fear.  The fear of the night. We tread the road of the night to know the power of the day. Victory found in the hope. Hope found in the step.