At some point along our path

We find ourselves lost,

lose sight of what is ahead,

Unsure of which road to take

Whenever the path splits off into four

There comes a time when

we long for guidance,

long to go backwards along the path

Back through each decision,

Both good and regretful

That brought us to each curve,

each road block,

each tree filled with beautifully ripe fruit

Suddenly we are back through the days we felt most alive,

Sent back up to the top of the waterfall

that we’d stumbled upon unexpectedly that July afternoon

Reliving the pain of each stormy night,

Curled up under the oak tree,

as our tears roll back up into our eye sockets,

as the lightning bolts are sent back up into the sky

Reach the moment our mothers

Let go of our hand

setting us free on the path,

But now feeling the rejoice of her finger tips meeting ours

as instantly our bodies relax

as we listen to her unsay

That everything is going to be okay

Back to infancy,

Laying in the arms of a caretaker

Our hearts filled with an overwhelming sense of  love

As the rocking chair unrocks itself

End up back to the wombs of our mothers

As our limbs and organs undevelop themselves

Soon enough we are just a fertilized egg

Split our souls back into an egg and a sperm

And just like that we vanish.