we're not lost

we leave markers to find

our way home,

deep into the woods.

the sun

striking low in a soft

melt between

the stiff branches, bared

by rain and wind.

but we press on as if we

had a place to go.

dropping bread crumbs

behind us.

perhaps a lake awaits us.

a road,

a cliff or waterfall.

let's not worry ourselves

too much.

but walk on, once there,

we'll turn around and

head back home.