Paths we make

We stay the trails
we know so well
daily we tread
the well-worn paths
to places of our
making
never straying
beyond the rut
familiar in the
going
mindlessly never
knowing
that just beside
the trail
the expanse of
field and forest
shade
meet
never seen
for the way
they say
is in the sun
and the rut
can be so
wearisome.