Sometimes sunlight, 

and sometimes rain.  

And sometimes rivers 

are walkways 

that you miss.

Your footprint will always be 

somewhere, 

an indentation of what you

left behind.

And impressed upon your person

will always be

that place,

that river,

that path

that cut into you,

that poked holes like stars,

for the swans to swim out.

photo by Julie Frederikke.