‘Walking in the cracks, be of those’  She said.

‘But what of the golden path?
What of the kindly paved stones?’ I said.
‘And the cracks have sharp edges,
and sometimes –
you can walk for hours and it leads to walls.
-Paths have signs,
………….warm fires
and traffic lights…’

You said
‘A path is caged,
history decayed
paralysed in a season,
the queried left un-queried-
it leaves a person in an upside down circle,
-find a fracture,
walk left and right, up and down
shrug your shoulders,
pull the string.’…

So I did,
and I found you,