Walking backwards into the past I stumbled upon standing stones,
guiding me on tomorrows way.

Not seeing at first,
I retraced my steps to discover where I had come from.
Silent witnesses speaking from ancient pathways,
rocks holding memory,
wind breathing,
and tidal cadence in perfect time
with life’s first note.

Bruised from the fall,
wearied of soul,
and a hunger of longing
compelled me to take
a pilgrimage