On my own
Out of earshot
of other folks.
Free to stop to hear
pond frogs chirping.
I pause to take a picture
of animals along the way
The cattle stop and look
then hurriedly saunter away.
They are used to people
who quickly pass on by.
They must think it strange
to see someone stay.
I took to the path
somewhere in the middle.
I will follow it till I don't
and the path will stretch on without me.
Nothing binds me to travel
where I do not wish to go.
The road rises with the ridge
Until it meets a cliff.
A tunnel carves a passage
through the ancient rock.
It s entrance is dark as night.
The exit far from view.
Make your way with faith and a light
and then see sunlight anew.
Along the way I'll take breaks
as my body tells me to.
I hope to leave before
the journey breaks my body.
The sound of wind through mid-spring trees
arises like a choir of leaves.
Whatever water rested there
is shaken free by the breeze.
I take a detour for shelter's sake
as grey clouds turn black.
Nature has the final say
on how long I ride this road.
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