Footprints II

Unpleasant memories
of footprints ingenuously left behind
in the sand, blown away by now.

I remember a new track in the snow
but it has melted away
- merely my own reflection lingers in the water.

A thought of a muddy trace in the mist
- another attempt to let myself stray -
yet by now the rain has cleared the way

Looking back
does any of it matter?
Time blurs all of it into actions of whim

Careful footsteps on liquid cement
a tough path
I hope, I won't be stuck.

But then you smile from afar
You know, I'm on my way
and behind me, the cement dries in the warm sun of spring...