I have been this way before.

Packed earth path

covered over with fallen

leaves, each an echo

dream or thought,

fallen to hard earth

blown or trampled over.

Same in the mind. 

The wind

the rushing sound

below, everything is the same

but I’ve never seen like this before.

It’s all here, archive of

lives passing through this way,

but each step has also

never been before.

I have and haven’t ever been

this way before.