Desire Path (1)

This is the path I desire.
Not with hunger but with curiosity.
A step away from the ordinary,
from a place defined by endings,
with order and routine.

Here when I step away,
no longer in your eye line,
the view appears only available to me.

Sometimes, when I dare to meet 
with the trees,
those ancient totems,
which have refused to falter.
They feel like a lifeline,
and give with grace.

A desperate parental assurance,
that I’d lost with age.
The knots and curling trunks
show me a way forward,
like stepping stones.

Here, there is safety and guidance,
a cocoon of beauty,
that leads nowhere at no set pace.
And as I walk, I reach out my arms, 
rest them against the bark - held.

I hear myself say
Thank you,
For they don’t hear it enough.



A tree can stand a thousand years
in one place 
and never be without.