Paths

Up in the shyness of trees
it was there

The lightning struck the sky
and his skin
it was also there

The delta and the canyon
drew it there as well

The veins and the blood within
the synapses mirroring crystals
there, and there

Ants tunnelling, galaxies forming
words in the poems which stayed
poetry and the thoughts we form
every time, there

Following the path of least resistance
while an answer, while incomplete
signalling both way and unway
words tracing themselves
without letters or trace or thought
but there the whole time

Patterns familiar like
an old afterthought
a tip-of-tongue memory
yet new, yet old

With enough energy we could
perhaps rewind the fractals
to the beginning
which is here
and there
both