Do you see
the story
you tell
every moment
of each day
inevitable,
yours?
The twists
and turns
were mapped
well before
you planned
your journey here.
Your soul
stepped into
deep woods,
dripping with
yellow light,
welcoming you
like a daughter,
well before you
dropped the silver
thread
forgot that even
trees have stories,
sun sinking low,
moon following
faithfully -
hypnotic,
translucent,
and still
in you.