One Little Track
It was just a track,
A footprint on the soft ground.
But where was it’s twin?
Where was its mirror image,
That one that gave it balance?
No, it was alone,
And alone, it begged questions.
How had it come here,
This most solitary foot,
On a solitary leg?
And what else above,
Was there just half a body,
Perhaps, half a heart?
And of the soul, only half?
If so, how could it exist?
Can half a soul love,
Or half a heart keep beating?
Is the strength of dreams,
Or the warmth of fantasies
Enough to balance a life?
Too many questions,
For just one little track
That will disappear
Into the earth, with the rain,
And from memory, with time.