by Fischer Gangemi
His footsteps disturb the sleeping trail
It ponders this new arrival as it has every new season
He does not know what it is that calls him to this endless place
The man’s steps wind onward towards everything
He pauses as his soul hears a new yet familiar sound
It beckons over the roar of the silent Wilderness
He peers around the corner through the shadowed quite little lives
He sees nothing but knows regardless
His steps come nearer and the familiar sound of the brook of irritation echoes stronger
He bends cup in hand to quench his thirst with the fast water
His cup stops and rests where the water had flowed
Where now an unrecognizable dry bed was left behind
He straightens and continues on with nothing but himself
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