One man
Never finds the world
In it’s entire whole and glory.
One winding path through trees
The forest cannot see
But that’s what we believe

Roads once taken
Are never made undone.
No retracing
Of our steps finds home
Or sees with eyes ago.
Even matching foot upon footfall
Can never find that place
Where we began.

But I
Hoping all upon
Christopher’s right,
Making east from west.
Can look at very least
To make full circle.