Footprints

Ahead of me, all around
I see you forming and disappearing
traces of travels in twos and fours

Where are you going, footprint friends?
Where will you lead, if I follow?
Are you in a hurry, and do I need to be?

If we slowly saunter, it leaves space for silence
to wonder whether one wandered with
and if so, was anything uttered aloud?
Or were all the messages without sound?

Here is snow smooth and soft and uncharted;
we decide to leave it that way
I make my mark on you and you make your mark on me
even when no marks can be seen

I wonder the footprints I make
even when sitting
and especially when dreaming;
What mark will I leave and will I someday melt away?