The Path

I have walked this path

many times before

 and yet it seems 

so very short ago 

I was 

running to keep up with 

my mother’s legs 

as she 

and I 

both felt this

 moss 

for the 

very. first. time. 

I tripped over a

 hollow leg 

that first time 

She didn’t look back

 this woman 

I was told 

a mother mine

Again I travel

again, I trip, 

again I fall below.