Following a path means following an already established
order, or at least acknowledging such an order — hence,
the importance of the path as an agent in certain myths.

On Memorial Day, mutable as Zeus, mist stretches over
the valley. Zip up camouflage pants, don green sweater
with holes and frayed cuffs, and emerge where the sun
is warming wild mustard plants.

A single white lily marks the route to water still flowing;
but low, slimy green. Walking on rocks the familiar way
appears. I think Can geography represent history? and
clever birds fly from the bushes.

Further along the river appears again with no way to cross.
The old guideposts gone, "the data suggests a 'fuzzy core,'
one that is larger than expected, without a sharp boundary,
perhaps partly dissolved." A new path to the mountain will
have to be dredged up.