To Santiago in the Summer

I will come to you through the fields,
Golden waves of wheat like the epitaph read,
Another walker in a brook of deals.
I will walk for you are     .
Load less heavy on my back but dancing -
Belly full, bottle ready, sun quenched.
I chose the destination, but destiny chose it
And the roads all lead, and all take and give
Every step vibrating, plucking,
Dry tunes but sweat drenched.
Walker, walking friend, was this it?
A winding road towards a heartfelt end?
When we walked we were alive
But when you stopped to look back,
I was already on my way.