I Followed The Path

I followed the path because I recognised it as the path that followed me sunlight made the pebbles paler as I made them darker like a shadow I rounded a bend in the path as the path rounded the bend in my arm circling my palm, circling a lake I walked as the path, the route I was taking this 'outside' taking me as the pebbles ignored me, as the birds sang, as the ferns feathered my woes - the gnarly roots up-earthing, my sudden funny thoughts - the rays shooting between the branches I think they knew but they didn't say, just welcomed me in my time of need I think they knew the darkness in my room unfinished hobbies overwhelming time left aside, strewn and scattered sometimes pen tore through paper on an over-turned table I looked behind the path was scored, gauged by my drag as I rounded the path as the path rounded me