Wander into the poem
that is shaping your life.
Each step across the forest floor
makes clear the path,
only for a moment
before it like you
becomes lost once more.
The path itself is a poem.
At first you follow old deer trails
waiting to be read for the first time
leading you to undiscovered streams
carving canyons.
The Old One is taken down stream.
You are now alone in the wilderness
with only the poem lines
that you can speak.
Each word recited
twists the old oak tree
spiraling you
into unrecognizable shapes.
