Trusting

I sat just long enough
in one spot
to know the message of leaves
as they sang in the wind:
nothing is certain
but Change will come.

I forgot how old I was
as the breeze brushed my skin
and my Faith pushed forward,
making the steps smoother.

The light flickered
and years flew back and forth,
a timeless search
abandoned, let go
for a contented Chaos.