What's in a day that can't be found in a breath?
Going for more but coming with less,
Finding that what you have is not what you thought,
Still forward for fear that if you stop you are lost.
Sustenance and life come in packages small,
Odd, yet fulfilling and giving and warm,
But better and fuller with others the same,
The trail, and the view, and the wind in the rain.
What's in a breath is worth searching for days,
Through small enclosed places and wide open space,
Make every second into a moment,
Of living, and giving, and loving well-spent.