Think of me as a wanderer.
I follow my own path through the world.
Nothing there gives me a reason to fear.
I always find a safe place to stand.

Yet I can’t explain the thoughts that come.
My mind swirls like a river rapids.
I see rocks and dark depths ahead of me.
Disaster is on its way, the whispering warns.

I take a moment to return to the now.
A deep breath is all that I need.
The rapids are past me now.
I am ready to wander to the next place.

• William  Wayne Smith