The Old Way 2

Mick Canning

This is the second poem in a series of six.

The Old Way 2

I’m walking along the Old Way,

And I exult.

Nowhere else are roads so gentle beneath my feet.

Nowhere else would I find the path before me

So soft, and sprinkled with stars.

Let me stop for a moment and close my eyes.

Let me just be still and silent

And feel the ground beneath my feet.

I must connect, or re-connect, with the world.

With my world.

Here, I can feel the past as a living thing,

And like a meditation,

I c...