Often on steep sloping sides I

See shadows by shadows and

Songs of birds in trees

I cannot find. Where


Are we going? The path leads

Up and on. The


Sign-post is broken and

Points off to ruined homes high

Up hills. Nothing but

Old stones still held up


By time and the thought

That us and we can fight

Through storms to summits where

There is nothing left except


Lightning strikes and huge

Pieces of rough-hewn marble with

Dates and names of people long


Since settled back into

The earth. It holds us out

And brings us back once

Again… these views and


Vistas of trails hiked once

And seen now from the distance –  


The long view taken from

The trail we never took.

Published by Matthew Henningsen