Begin Here

A bit of contemplation inspired by the writing prompt of "Begin Here."

         Begin here. Begin walking.
         Walking along, my legs bare below the knee and my feet free from their socks and shoes, beside a small creek a foot from the edge. Walking along, alone, where all that is seen of me is what one sees only in passing, at a glance, as I stride calmly beside, in, through, and out of your life, mayhap to return again, mayhap never again but never regardless showing only a part and only but a glimpse of the whole.
         Always there is the edge, where I might perchance take a leap as it beckons me to, to try for the barest of moments to fly as a bird before falling into the crashing waves below and let them take me where they will: different places, different lives, different times.