Path Finding

There is no Path
but there is where I have trod.

There is no Path
but there are promises.

There is no Path
despite the signs.

There is no Path
despite the flagstones.

There is no Path
but there is where I have trod.

I may only truly
come to've earned the word
'path' at all
if after walking,
if after blazing,
if after course-correcting,
if after wearing thin the souls,
if after pollinating the soil;
step-by-step;
as a bee,
as a bird,
as the wind...

If I should spin
on heels
and cast a gaze
from whence I came
I may then call that
...a path.

But it is locked in the 
keyless prison of representation
and, if it weren't,
it'd only then
be my path
not yours;
and even not mine
for I've walked
and changed
so, no.
Despite some sort of arrival
and having walked-ness

the 'path' seized
in quiet desperation by my mind
must one day be loosed
and seen for 
all its never-there-before
'twasn't true-ness.

There is no Path
but there is where I have trod.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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De Beaulieu Avatar
September 18, 2018 at 11:55 AM
Hello Stephe, you have trodded in many places. have a nice day my friend.
Watson Avatar
September 18, 2018 at 12:03 PM
Yes! Rather many! I endeavor to make the future readings all the more instructive and illuminating! :). Thank you.
Lawless Avatar
September 18, 2018 at 11:00 AM
Stephe, this is a wonderfully thought provoking write, a read that slows the reader...to contemplated the elision of the words and the depth of their wisdom. Well done
Watson Avatar
September 18, 2018 at 11:36 AM
Another take on the theme: https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/skytreading_1054068
Watson Avatar
September 18, 2018 at 11:35 AM
I am grateful for your time with the words and time with writing words to and for me, form deep in you. Thank you. I had thought that this piece only had an illusion of elision...cool, to see that the omissions weren’t omitted. :)
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