Where I have walked
footprints linger.
The world I turned
around my finger
spins slowly,
comes around again.
It never starts
and has no end.
Memories pool like
tears in eyes
distort reflection.
Blue watery skies.
Shadows and spooks
mistaken for more
than matters, in truth,
if known before.
Let them be,
but not forgotten,
faded prints
on paths long trodden.
To be here now,
in air and space,
look not forward
Nor cast a face
back.  Lift regret
to your lips
and blow the seeds
with a gentle kiss
to the breeze,
to drift so distant.
Where I walk
is now, my instant.