Left Behind And Sidestepped

Trees like dances. Skirts held overhead. Trunks like thighs, The moon like the eye Of a needle-looking For an invisible lost thread. Leaves shaken from a salt shaker, Red and gold. A river overflowing However far it is, they travel It leads you back. To where you aren't right now. Back to the fold A prodigal son Who hasn't far to go One who never really Took a single step away. And if you look behind You'll find he was never the step You thought he was ahead. But he was always in the footsteps The footsteps inside the one you, You -yourself left behind and sidestepped.