A trail leads to the crest of the hill
A slow walk
Notice rocks shift with each step
Thinking about that moment
Wondering while winding along
Aimless with purpose in solace
~
I remember a story
However it only gains strength
When retold in detail
Moments to help recognition
And then before, again, one time, always
Another reality that was owned alone
~
The sun is shining
And eyes explore the landscape
Crossing the moving highway
Another part of town
Just on the horizon
Glances into that one time …
~
I might rather just keep walking
Indeed the retelling might recall
A vulnerable moment
To help define that arrogance
That quiet, screaming insolent past
I will tell just as I remember it all
~
The gravel created impressions on my jeans
And my elbows dug into the soil left behind
