WALKING THE PATH THAT IS NOT

No path…

Striding in

Drifts beside a frozen sea.

There is no path—

Only forward

Through the sinuous pines.

There is no path—

Walking. Watching. Wavering.

A dark sun through trees

Perhaps revealing a way…

There is no path—

Albeit comfort found

In freedom

Now, there is a path—

For those who come next

There is a path now—

A sense of direction…

A path