Narrow Sidewalks

I walk along the narrow sidewalk 

glazed with fresh fallen snow

and admire the trails 

of they that walked before 

There are dragging steps 

and running steps 

and careful steps 

placing one sharp toed heel before another 

And I wonder 

where they were going 

They who blazed the trail

before me 

whose lighted candle flickers

only briefly before fading forever

As the sidewalk ends 

I spin around on my heels 

to admire my own little path 

I carved out of the snow. 

But I am dismayed 

For I cannot pick mine apart 

from all the rest.