Down this path that leads to where i cannot see nor know

I follow the trail.

Here is where i am and where i want to be

wrapped tightly in the firm arms of my work

like any woman who knows the man she loves will be leaving soon

and wants to fully inhale his smell and imprint the feel of his arms around her

after he has long gone.

i’m ensconced

and that a world beyond the work exists

is a distant thought

almost unfathomable

the world is the work

and nothing else matters

nothing beyond the word

is real

not even these houses on the other side of the valley

nothing but the words

breathing the breath

of life

breathing me…

as I rewind my way back from whence

I came

to the work

the work to calls to me