its me and the trail
shoes repeat beats on the worn down path
which tells the stories of many soles
the live of those who hit the track
packed a sack and headed west
the memories stick like the leaves to my heel
thoughts rush by as the cold breeze presses against my cheeks
one’s adversity is another’s fete
a first time for some, others a common defeat
how often you trail does not discern
the life lessons those feet have had to learn.
(written October 28, 2011)