We double back on ourselves.
Walk a labyrinth,
and you may find yourself thinking,
have I not been here before,
facing an easterly path,
seeing that jack pine
just out of the corner of my eye?
Have I not sat on this patchwork couch,
at two, and fifteen and now at forty-nine,
and listened to how the house, with its
has an unchanging heartbeat?
There is a center still,
in this backtracking amble we call life-
raise your gaze and catch the echo of it.
Each time we walk a familiar path,
step into a familiar stream,
we acquiesce to memory but also
familiar lessons learned
in a different key.
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