This path unrolls beneath my sandaled feet:
a shaded level ribbon through the poles
of evergreens fern-aproned, clean and neat.
This path unrolls.

I see no vehicles. I pay no tolls.
The view includes no asphalt or concrete.
The earth feels almost tender to my soles.

Except for birdsong silence is complete.
My eye’s my only lens, my only goals
are taking in all senses of retreat.
This path unrolls.

(Roundel)