Wandering the path
I’ve walked many times
And again
Stumbling to find footing.
Such rooted steps on roots
So dense, how could I stumble?
And again,
The leaves trip footprints
The sticks lay underneath
Cold wind moves ashy sand
With dusty shoes
Walking is a dirty venture.
A flowing underpass
I walk passed
On concrete,
Solidified steps
On concrete,
Sanctioned steps,
Rocks lay underneath
Foundations of many
Moons leading layered landings
And starlit movements,
Forward following waves.
No visionary reliance of end
Just memories of recollection
Knowing where to place
Footsteps
And again,
How to stay
Balanced.