One step, another.
Travelling, one step, another;
pause. Glance around,
does anyone else seem to be heading
in the same direction? No.
Each new step
must bear the weight of a new decision,
an evaluation that balances
the original sense that someone
or something has called me out
beyond my comfortable self,
with the feeling of absurdity;
that the journey exists in the first place.
The fist place, of course,
had been long taken
by one who saw his path through
to its difficult conclusion.
a sometimes bleak landscape,
dotted with the sorrowful tracks
of those who have wandered aimlessly,
he proceeded to plant his own
intentional footprints of compassion;
that point defiantly to the possibilities
Those who also follow take heart
from their defiant warmth
and are encouraged to add their own.
Ken Rookes 2010