I walk alone, in the woods - leaving
everyone behind. All of what and who I know
not here. The mountains beckon my gaze upward. I look
there, then downward. The path
is made clear - in the wilderness. I am led
by markers nailed to trees.
This is the way, walk in it. I turn,
to the right, then the left. The guides are there.
Countless others have gone before me
and I try to follow them. My feet
step over streams and rocks, at times
I want to stop. But I can't, and so
I keep going. I find my way
by walking.
