arrogance

the path, it's said
begins where things are dead

all living's been cleared away
stepped on enough
to convince even weeds
to grow somewhere else

if i must begin then
i must learn to be something in kind
spurn all the growing things
and become like dirt
the abject and
the lowly
what's washed off
but mindlessly
thoughtlessly
stepped on

i must become a space
cleared of anything
that would obscure me

(no, excuse me,
that would obscure YOU)

life teach me
care for me
walk me endlessly
that i remain an open path
for you
YOU
to find your way.