There are all sorts of movements:
you can walk, jog, run
journeying on a path beyond.
The seasoned traveller,
the displaced refugee.
Watching a bird fly
driving along trees scattered by,
the movement of the mind’s emotions:
music in the air
or the soul’s movement discovered in poetry.
All is movement.
Forgiveness is the moving forward of the heart
accepting it is walking through a door
a clean slate is the movement of the hand
writing your story
among many other slates
stashed in a cupboard
with a hand closing its door.