Everyone leaves things behind, the solids
and the dreams. Gardens grow red.
Fruit ripens and falls. The great books
all say the same thing. Even you.
A farmer unearths a stone in the tilling.
A wanderer makes a map of where
he’s been and plans the next trip.
No one is ever truly lost. Truth is more
difficult to find than a buried stone,
or what a journey has in store.