Early morning as I walked
the air was redolent with the tang of smoke
from a fire near my home.. .. ..
it had saturated the warm damp
atmosphere, creating a slight haze,
and the peacefulness of the early morning
neighborhood
was shot through with the clatter of
helicopters angling for the best views . . .
I walked along the ridge above my house,
the ambient light was a dark blue mist which
precluded sharp vision as I
daydreamed about the turns and twists
my life was taking.. .. ..
never seeing far ahead .. .. ..
never seeing beyond the moment.. .. ..
never seeing how to prepare .. .. ..
My foot hovered over an object in the wetness of the road
and
I stopped to look at
herds of snails
headed into danger,
like a race of un-swift steeds
in a misty dream . . .
all focused on reaching the other side
of this sometimes busy road . . .
Unaware of their future
and what it may bring
they still had the faith
in the adventure,
and the outcome.. .. ..
for who knows
unless you have tried,
it may be that the pastures
are greener on the other side.
M^^W
1 comment:
;;; and I enjoyed everything about it, the pictures, the poem, what it says !
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