Loose Stones

The path is never finished. 
Each rain, each raw winter
shifts the earth. wears away
the foundations under the stones. 

And so you stop on your journey
time and again to pick up the pieces, 
to recast the earth beneath, 
hoping to find the magic formula

to hold each rectangular stone
perfectly in place for one day longer
than before. 

About this poem. 

Each part of our journey is important. Even the loose stones, headaches and heartaches. . 

Tom