I Followed The Path Poem by Clive Culverhouse

I followed the path because I recognised it
as the path that followed me
sunlight made the pebbles paler
as I made them darker like a shadow

I rounded a bend in the path
as the path rounded the bend in my arm
circling my palm, circling a lake
I walked as the path, the route I was taking
this 'outside' taking me
as the pebbles ignored me,
as the birds sang, as the ferns feathered

my woes - the gnarly roots up-earthing,
my sudden funny thoughts - the rays
shooting between the branches
I think they knew

but they didn't say, just welcomed me
in my time of need
I think they knew the darkness in my room
unfinished hobbies overwhelming time
left aside, strewn and scattered
sometimes pen tore through paper
on an over-turned table

I looked behind
the path was scored, gauged by my drag
as I rounded the path
as the path rounded me