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By Just L Date: 2015 Aug 09 Comment on this Work [[2015.08.09.16.48.17258]] |
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As I walked ahead finding my normal stride First time carrying a pack, uncertainty in my tenacity I hide I hear (the words of my yogi), "Some days are the days to work harder than others." I find my breath supports me I exhale everything stale, including the air And press on Weight squarely on my hips None on my shoulders Any weight of the world I have left far behind The only adventure ahead is a dusty trail that my sweetheart told me months ago I had romanticized too much, and would be, at this juncture, cursing him. Instead the only thing I curse is not doing this sooner Or finding him. ~Just L Notes from the PCT, June 25, 2015 |