Undulating, curving slow,
Skirting peat banks thick with reed,
The road uncoils to where I know
Though I know not where it may lead.
Where the stone gives way to Sea
I’m cradled gently through the brine,
Then birthed ashore where I was me
Two lifetimes meet their parting line.
To cross one way and not return
Forever leaves the pathway broke,
To read a book yet not to learn
Steals from its pages wisdom spoke.
Often not by purposed step
We find ourselves from where we came,
An accident without regret
Full circle, brings us home again.