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A Path

A path is a conversation

Between the walker and the ground

It occurred to me

On the way down from the hill that day

Late on, in the gathering dark.


We’re not lost, no -

Not as long as we hold on to the thread of the stream

It’s comforting rush

Eventually we must hit the path

And then the bridge

And then the metalled road home.


Just keep listening

To what the ground is telling you

And let your replies

Be in the form of steps not jumps

Don’t predict, don’t interrupt and above all

Don’t argue.