Comfortable Uncertainty

in the early morning I walk

in darkness so profound

I can not even see the movement of my feet beneath me

the rain and corn snow

have created a frozen uncertainty

and the white line on the edge of the highway

wavers vaguely in my sight

there are no signs of life

no cars to whirl by

and only lights in the distance

spectral

where some rancher is putting on his (or her) muck boots

reminds me that there are other people on this plant

otherwise there is only the darkness

yet I am comfortable in this uncertainty

for I am fully in this moment

I feel each step

I hear the crunch of gravel or ice

the quiet of snow

I hear my breath

regular and measured

I feel its coolness enter and leave

I am here

there is nothing but me

immersed in the dark

blanketed by the sacred

(I am thankful to Pema Chodron for the phrase comfortable uncertainty, which I am convinced is far superior to comfortable certainty)