The path is wide enough to share
I need not walk alone
I need not walk alone
That’s all there is
Within my mind
Naught but the sound
Of wheels on pavement
As my body cleaves
The warm still air
The undulations
Of the path
The gentle song
My spirit sings
What else could I need
So I seek the beauty
In every moment
how a brush stroke
or a phrase
can create
an icon
how few lines
or words
are required
to tell a story
and how every story
and every icon
means something different
to everyone
A grand delusion
At the end of a road
A wrong fork taken
Many eons ago
No one
Ever
Does