My saviour and I
Strolled out of the yield
To a clearer path
Underneath spreading trees;
A familiar soldier
And a once unknown road
Held what faith between them
Was left to unfold.
In heather and wood fern
The edges dissolved
Until tangles of new shoots
Consumed every one,
Leaving only a freshly grown
Surface to meet
Our pace now attending
Comparative needs:
As my companion appeared
More easy than I,
And slowly allowed me
To outpace his stride,
Until only myself
And the vanishing route
Were left to encounter
The future’s pursuit.
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