Sunday, July 28, 2019

Stones in my Pocket

With each trail I hike
I gather stones in my pockets,
twigs and moss in my hands

and one day

I will gather together all those rocks
all those stones and twigs,
branches and moss,
and I will build a small home
made up of all those trails that
led me to that point
and I will live
completely

within each mile that I have walked

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