I walk the path
Narrow and twisty
Tiny pebbles
In my shoes
Abrasions
On my extremities
A ruddy face
Shaped by sun
Wind
And rain
Gnarled
Hands and feet
Aching muscles
The marks
Of a seasoned traveler
I know
Where I have been
But not
Where I am going
A tree draws near
I rest in its hollow
Where I am going
I do not know
Mind over body
Sustains me
Light
In the distance
Draws me
I will walk again
When morning comes