Just one

That step, a sigh straight into the face of choices – trodden before and myriad cast in front.

Sighing down the tendons, flushing through muscle.

Toes squeeze.

Calves tighten and

the earth rushes up in a spurt, as she slowly does.

Air crisp. Burning, insistent.

Breath blankets her head, nearly blinding sight.

But she sees.

And she breathes.

And as unsteady as life is…she

rises into it.