The Trail

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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