Where am I?

Walking backwards through a wood,

Dreaming of what lies ahead,

Looking at what drifts away,

Stumbling over a log fallen long ago,

Cursing its Innocence

For following the Path

You are on.

 

The desire of the elsewhere:

Time and Place,

Estranged and wayward.

The world at fingertip,

Yet out of grasp.

 

Fear of the turn:

Reach, and

You will be given sight;

See, and

You will be given strength.

Time is fleeting,

But Presence eternal.

Here I am.