It is strange
How with so few
The whole Earth
Can shift around
And face you from
Yet one more direction.
As, when the sun is on your skin
You remember the cold as only thought
As if it had never really happened in any reality
But your own.
I have taken the same walk
– Step for step –
Three months apart,
And the only similarity was me.
And even I was only just.
It is a journey we are on; these lives of ours,
Each step along the paved and wild ways
Are more than enough proof
For any man, woman
Or child (who is older than their years).