TRACES

How could you

Tread in yesterday's footprint

Inhabit the space you just left

Replicate the person that stepped out of the moment just gone?

The carpet rolls up behind you

There is just the right amount of carpet where you stand.

Tent pegs will not penetrate rock

Ideal ground is right beneath you.

I once saw a fozen river

But even that thawed in the spring

Why flog a dead horse?

Leave not a trace of your existence.

-Rudra Nua