This is the second poem in a series of six.
The Old Way 2
I’m walking along the Old Way,
And I exult.
Nowhere else are roads so gentle beneath my feet.
Nowhere else would I find the path before me
So soft, and sprinkled with stars.
Let me stop for a moment and close my eyes.
Let me just be still and silent
And feel the ground beneath my feet.
I must connect, or re-connect, with the world.
With my world.
Here, I can feel the past as a living thing,
And like a meditation,
I can use this
To still my troubled mind.