Walking like Naess.

When I no longer knew who I was

I drew a line.

Over and over,

caught in the pressure

and fear of that boundary.

Later, loss gathered,

snagged on the line.

To not trip on the loss, I accrued strange habits.

Then gradually,

like Naess, I realised I must walk to the place I call home by a different route each day.

Laying down my path according to the journey.