I realized;
looking down at the soft rectangle stones
each time my heel felt the ground
through my worn black flip flops
thin, foamy and squirmy
that although this walkway was not natural
and there was no way everything
could be lush green forest
moss, mist, and deer eyes
that these stones were placed here;
someone in the past put them there
expecting people to walk over them,
never knowing how many
would appreciate his work in the sun,
the precise 90 degree angles and plowed earth:
yet his work has held many feet
unknowingly grateful feet
unknowingly enamored feet
in the space his placed rocks did create
