you've walked this path before and you know it well, every stone, every tree, each rise and fall in the rocky path, and today is like another, bubbling brook, hanging moss, spanish it's called, with those little blue flowers you think are cowbells but aren't, you've thought these thoughts before and you know them well, every turn, every phrase, every question for the mind and today is like another, bright shining star of life hiding beyond the coming hill with glory already spilling through the air to light your way but there is no need for light, you would see them clearly without eyes

your jealousy causes you to stumble and you realize you've changed, the path is the same, the light is still golden, but your heart has grown smaller, harder, less open, more scarred, and it does not frighten you, you know you will eat the heart of your daughter when you get home and you will heal and she will smile and you both will hang the pans on the wall and laugh