I walk where I once walked,
where they walked,
where we walked,
tracing ritual paths
with eyes, Memory, feet,
murmurs of greeting
(and some surprise)
upon the bluster,
echoes of dances and songs,
the earthy scent of peat
burning a soft glow as the
wind howls at shifting sands
without
while within I am welcome,
again,
to come in for a while and
sup on a menu of Ages.
