Walking In Circles

These compressed patches of earthHer footsteps deepenedAnd I found myself raising my kneeTo follow in themRaising my elbowsTo clamber over themBracing myselfTo jump in themWho was sheThat left imprintsdeeper than myself?Wiping sweat from the creaseBetween cheek and noseWith a dirty hand IMumble why so deepWait for meWhy so deep?Later I realisedThat without meetingWe'd been walkingIn circles, stamping our imprintsEvery now and then I wouldhear her wheezing, trying to climbOver her own imprintAnd jump into the next.