| I reach down and touch the earth living quiet beneath my feet as I hike a ridge-long trail.... I kneel to carry some, be it gritty sand, or treasured colors in a pebbled form, or a bit of stone hiding in my shoe, I roll it, pressing two fingers slow to catch the nature that I find, for in the earth are memories collecting on our backpack scuffed the dust of our own past sliding by.... Copyright � 2001, D. A. Johnson, All rights reserved. |
| Dustfrom my trail |