Thank you
for walking with me.
The crunch of our feet
walking as one
on this wandering
and leaf-strewn path.
I cannot guarantee that this
is the right path or that
I am not lost
You, too
hear the woodpecker
pecking
smells of springtime
bursting forth
around the next bend
anticipate the yielding
of branches and the mist
of a forgotten waterfall.