We may not understand why we are drawn to certain places.
Or go down particular paths we’ve never followed.
Intuition tells us to go.
And so we go.
Sometimes in the present, scenes flicker in from the past.
Glimpses, similar to the feeling of déjà vu.
The oh-right moment.
Teases us into thinking we must have known it all along.
If only we’d opened our eyes.
Stayed in the present.
But we didn’t.
We still don’t know what they mean.
Or where we’re supposed to be.
Life leads us.
With the moist, mossy earth beneath our feet.
Look closely; we can see it breathing.
Wet leaves. Bottomless soil.
Downed trees. Flowing streams.
The planet, ripped from its roots.
Yet the sun shines and the snow falls and the birds sing.
And here we all are until we aren’t.