growth, overlapping

that one time
I found a trail - once a road
now reclaimed, transformed
by all the growing things

but the road tried to remember
winding along beside
a haphazard row of telephone poles,
askew, strung together
like pearls  

the old road and the new growth,
overlapping, pavement uplifted
transforming into something wild
split wide open
by sprouts and shoots and seedlings
a mottled quit of asphalt and moss

and me, with my unsteady feet
taking pleasure in the evidence
of the old road's demise 

and me, on a road that didn't know itself
me, on a road that was forgotten, forgetting
it was a road, and me
not knowing where I was headed