there are places of confluence
of intersection
placess of mutual support
and places
that slow growth
until we move past
and looking back
at each
as a waystation
a place
in which we were negotiating
our path
looking back
at each
as a place in which
our intentions
were forestalled
altered
modified
halted
or sent
in an entirely unexpected direction
we can see
these places
as layers
that have over time
settled beneath the surface
of our experiencing
perhaps still affecting
our trajectory
our path
we are what we were
to be becoming
