It began under my feet.
What felt like a trap – confining me to one place – was really a call to wait.
Wait right here.
Against my judgement, I stayed.
I shifted my weight and sank in.
Spread my toes and stood steady.
And none have failed me.
It was my legs that had the questions.
The ground, unwavering, had made its point.
So I trusted it and stood.
Readied my knees in case of wind.
Bundled my limbs in case of cold.
And when the time came, I was solid like the ground that held me.
And when the time came, I was sturdy enough to hold on to.
Sure of my place – constant.
Strong enough for others to lean on.