Hope has holes
in its pockets.
It leaves little
crumb trails
so that we,
when anxious,
can follow it.
Hope’s secret:
it doesn’t know
the destination—
it knows only
that all roads
begin with one
foot in front
of the other.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged hope, trail on April 4, 2020| 6 Comments »
Hope has holes
in its pockets.
It leaves little
crumb trails
so that we,
when anxious,
can follow it.
Hope’s secret:
it doesn’t know
the destination—
it knows only
that all roads
begin with one
foot in front
of the other.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged hiking, love, poem, poetry, trail on October 15, 2016| 1 Comment »
walking in the backyard
of the same old heart
this new trail, wondrous