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,
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