the shadows are deep on the path ahead
no voices are heard in the deep midday gloom
but I press on for the trail must be traveled
the narrow steps forward between me and home
I hear not a sound save the hum of a fly and
the scent of pine needles tickles my nose
I drink in the forest enjoying the cool
of the tall prickly sentinels that hush
the brash sunshine before me behind me
the way twists and turns and trees without number
march mile upon mile as mind mind flits far
I shiver a moment and sidestep some scat
wondering now how solo I am really
could the trunks become glass how near
would I see that cougar or that bear observing
my way then a breeze comes again just a sigh
like an echo I remember the shadows
so like the veil and could all fade away
alone I would never be
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