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 © Stephe Watson | Year Posted 2018
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