The pathway was overgrown
my steps forced and labored
and made to land intentionally
but mine consistently off-balanced
and awkward

However, now my ankles are
stronger and the end of the path
ever so close

The cypress releasing its hold,
revealing an open, unplanted field

Strawberries perhaps?
No, maybe corn?
Or, what about the longterm
investment of an orchard of apple trees?

There’s fruit in that soil,
yet to be discovered