Day Hike


terrain unknown

and powerful steep,

I journey. . .

forgotten language
 
 
of maps

torn in two

and crumpled into crannies

–a new kind of nonsense

too

hooded I–

shiver under sweat

find pocks

mid-step

by touch,

gaze fixed to

sparkling mirage

above

–neither God, nor Son, but mine–

reflecting from shattered

spectacles.
 
 
 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/sparkle/

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I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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