We followed their path today
through what was once their world
that led among the children of their trees.
The lyrics of their streams were still clear,
their footsteps there to meet our own,
and so the way was easy.
These city feet, on city legs
had lost the dance on thoroughfares,
without the give and take of earth and life.
But here was the balanced flow of focus
that the ancient journey is, of foot
step - there - just there.
In this old certainty, the plants
grew close up to the path, trusting of my steps -
We were the old ones, coming by again.
--from Ashiu Poems, 1987