These train tracks
don’t lead to the station anymore
they aren’t traveled
except by me
they follow a river
looping high into the mountains
Above
ordinary destinations
rusted trestles
bridge
great divides
as I step between the ties
avoiding empty air
where white water rages
beneath me
blocking out nature’s sound
I move through geologic time
reconnecting
to what my grandfather knew
overgrown paths
make this once known land
a mystery
Cut through the wilderness
and wild again
Now
only the animals know it
as I
walk into their midst
just as wild.
I like it!
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Thanks Liz!!!
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You’re welcome, Andy!
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