One place understood helps us understand all places better.

Eudora Welty

Sunday, October 29, 2017

Mountain crepe

The wind scents
By i_am_jim

the trail we follow
higher, higher the path

Climbs the canopy
before we halt
to determine the slanting sun

Can we always
find our way? Is ever higher
enough for this
longing to justify?

Mountain crepe myrtle
and vine that creeps, upward
through a conscience that closes

Upon the mystery
of why everywhere we reach
exceeds our grasp.

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