A Way

When the night keeps your eyes open
to all your unanswerable questions, your edges
touching pain, the cries of other humans
assailing your ears, the anxious longing
for all to be well, the evasive right action - 
listen closely to your heart beating
against everything, knowing somehow
the way to keep pulsing life; feel your breath
in and out according to inherited patterns.
You came from others who found a way
from the murky swamps of mystery, fertile
dark fields seeded with starlight. Your body
is a totem to survival. Threads of spirit
trace maps into the distance, and you -
wayfinder guide, wandering pathmaker -
will walk into dawn to find the horizon.