Today I am feeling quite maudlin.
It stirs up echos in my life
mere dust clouds, wisps of faces
and places all captured here…
It is below zero outside again today
but all I can think of is how many
miles these feet have carried me
how many footprints I have stepped into
some, not quite big enough
this shadow is far from small
not tall, yet other times lagging, lumbering behind…
while other footprints that have been cast
big foot must have passed this way
and I find this shadow dwarfed and intimidated.
How many miles indeed?!
How fragile and temporal…is there purpose?
Sometimes it’s a Sojourner without mission or aim,
lost out in the cold wandering around as if blind.
These are maudlin days,
yet I sense a Sun rise just on the next horizon.