I am the trail deep in the forest
Where the mushrooms peek from the loam
Full, pensive, your own little secret
I am the track at the local school
Bearing the pounding of goals and dreams
Constant, hopeful, resilient
I am the path in the cottage garden
Manicured for social image
Delicate, sweet, casually perfect
I am the side of the road where the blackberries burst
Sunny, wild, generous
Offering everything
I am the crack in the sidewalk
Spreading with the push of roots
Releasing, forgiving, remembering
It was never actually
About me
