The road I am longing to travel
in a forest
beside the ocean
close through a narrow city lane
on cobblestones, on cobblestones
my feet clatter.
Ssh, says the ocean,
for I remember you passed me once—
are your feet?
My feet answer
they tell me
(the ocean listens):
Walk again the unforgotten paths
walk anew the paths
that are longing for your tread.
Beside creek, river, ocean
in forest and in town
be tall, walk strong—