Even when you know you’re just walking in circles

the wind can suddenly change.

Even when the path is perfectly familiar

every step can bring a new range.

It’s warmer today and the wind is mild,

a faint hint of spring, you secretly smiled.

At number 9 you stifled a shout,

in the 15th round a bird cried out.

Number 18 is outright different and strange

as it becomes clear that your path must change.

Leave Buddha in the middle and go back down the hill,

stopping now and then for a moment that is still.

Free of noise or any interference,

you treasure the waves of subtle clearance.

As troubled thoughts dissolve

and once again you resolve

to let go and proceed

just to follow your feet

and accept that fate does evolve.