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.