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Along the Way

This poem portrays the quiet richness of sensation and reflection found “along the way.”
Pausing, observing, sensing smells, and passing strangers—such small moments gradually create spaces of peace within life.
Through the simple act of wandering off the path, the poem gently captures the things we often overlook when we hurry only toward our destinations.


Along the Way

Along the way, I stop walking.
Curiosity awakens within me.
Even ordinary scenery
begins to draw me in.
There is something comforting
in the casualness of a detour.

Along the way, something catches my eye.
Wildflowers bloom modestly, quietly.
Are they remnants of regret
left behind somewhere?
I overlap myself
with what slowly withers away.

Along the way, an idea suddenly comes.
Perhaps it is an escape
from the noise of daily life.
Trivial fixations
call forth reflection.
Words begin to move timidly,
covering fleeting bubbles
that appear and vanish.

Along the way, I look up at the sky.
The brightness makes me narrow my eyes.
A wild bird cuts across the wind.
Time passes hollowly,
like wings already broken.

Along the way, I step off the road
to feel the earth beneath me.
Soft humus wraps around the soles of my feet,
as though comforting
a body weary from walking.
The scent of damp soil
passes through my nose.

Along the way, I encounter another person.
We exchange a slight nod.
It is not a familiar face.
We merely yielded the path
to one another.

Along the way,
people somehow sharpen their senses.
Without defensiveness,
they accept what appears before them.
At times, they delight
in the wonder of encounters.
And within such small detours of daily life,
they unexpectedly discover peace.

Written on May 23, 2026.
What kinds of stories were born along the way?

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