Sunday, February 19, 2017

Lake Scranton (date unknown)

I never walked here with you,
Only with your spirit,
Stirring up the fallen leaves
With each foot fall,
My step echoing your step
From when you came here before
And I before that,
And we both in some other life
Strolling these paths
Perhaps helping to shape them
The way Native Americans did,
Leaving an indelible mark
Inside and outside,
Leaving a trail
We continue to follow,
One foot fall after the other,
Even when we are not together
We really always are,
One unable to walk here
Without the other
Even when each
Of us comes here
At another different time
An eternal union
We cannot escape,
Do not want to escape
Need to continue
In order to survive

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