This walk ends here today. I wrote a map of the path:

plastic pretending to be
rocks pretending to be clouds
in the middle
I made a cloud and got sucked in
in the fold, interlaced
we got caught
suspended in each other
breathe out
you are all true to me
I looked down
so close I could smell the minerals
pass through
the work of time
up out and across
in the middle
sparse yet whole
I found you and lost you
at the edges