as things flow around us. We stop for a moment
but do not pause
rather simply come to a conclusive moment
where time and space
stretch before us as if flat as if frozen
time becomes the puppy that
seeing us runs across a field to stop
sniffing our shorts
wondering where we had been leaving him alone.
Do you see the last one there
the one footprint in the sand
the surf did not destroy as if saying
there is a journey to be taken
but we do not know which way
journey now with us and the pathway we shall find
we seek footprints in the sand
we seek egress and release
following footprints in the sand.
Do you follow the footprints of those that have been before?