As I watched the
countless fluttering specs
rising to the sky
with the slightest most tentative
sense of their own place in this world,
I recognized the Mayfly as one
more translucent reminder that
movement forward does not
always require direction or purpose.
Not even a strong meaning.
Just the ability to lean into
where it is your momentum
is taking you. A lot like midlife.
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