The end inside the beginning.


Before the first wobbly

arms outstretched,

slightly unbalanced step,

the last step already exists.

Trip, fall, hill sliding imbalance

scarred knees, bandaged palms

concussions to consciousness,

where the living happens

white knuckles clutch to collapse

navigate with your internal compass

peel your fingers from cold metal

stray from the railing.

© Ali Grimshaw

Weekly Photo Challenge – Path

In this coming year, 2017, I plan to be braver, to make my own new path and trust in the journey of contribution to others. I hope this poem inspires you to believe in new possibilities for yourself.  I have a ready ear for anyone who wants to share their new path into 2017.

Title inspired by an article posted on  bboxproductionsblog – Thank you!






A Mindful Vacation

Between each breath
one, maybe two seconds at most,
a tiny space of nothingness.
My passport can’t get me there.
Driving faster, running harder,
multitasking while eating lunch
working later, doing more…
no closer to my destination.

“Where would you like to travel to?” they ask.

someplace between
and exhale.

© Ali Grimshaw