Following Each Other’s Footsteps

 

Some might aspire

To climb on other’s shoulders

Whence to gain an elevated view

Atop a stack of figures

Perched precariously

From pinnacle to ground

Where ground is All below

Lost from near in sight

By far out of sight

Distanced from feeling

The thick of life

 

Where down to Earth

The dew hangs heavy

Grass grows tall

The humid forest yawns

Smelling of humus

Blanketed by mosses

Bedecked with ferns

Pervaded by slithering, rustling, stamping

Resounding with squawks, barks, twitters

 

One feels so small

Within it all

Seeking safe passage

From here to there in everywhere

Trampling over undergrowth

Tunnelling under overgrowth

Revealing the space

Of no resistance

Waiting quietly

Throughout and about us all

 

So we follow

In each other’s footsteps

Easing the path

Others can take

Through striding the wake

From lonely foot fall

Made by the first brave sole

Bumped off course

By those coming

Thicker and faster

From behind

 

Our river flows

Drawing through tributaries

Passing through deltas

Meandering sleepily

Supplied in torrents

Etching the landscape

Rebuilding banks

Never ever ending

Beginning

Continuously

With infinity in sight

No, nothing to lose

From standing Proud and Tall

Above them all