The Walk

I belonged somewhere once.
Once I belonged somewhere.

I walked under the trees once
And the trees whispered to me
Of the air that breathes itself
You are the air, the trees said
You are the breath.

And the ground spoke to me of the roots
That reach back in time and space.
It spoke to me of the underground
Where things are birthed in darkness.

I have walked this walk 
In different places, different times
I belong to this walk.
The me who is walking
And the walking that is.