things i carry

The path ahead mottled with light, I go forth; picking my feet up, stepping over roots and boulders from memory.  I have walked this before, yet each journey is anew.  I slow. I notice.  Early I focus on my surroundings, but once I move within, I am hopelessly lost.  Really?  Maybe it is the journey within that really matters.  It shores up the underpinnings.  Place carries me.