Monday, May 04, 2009


I walk
trampling down
the grass, on
a wet dewy

My sneakers
are soaked
and squishy
with cold water.
I look back
at the trail
I’ve left.
My foot prints
distinctly mark
where I have

The trodden grass
will recover, and
the dew soon
evaporate in
the hot sun of
a summer day.

When these tracks dry to sight,
will they remain-

If I were to go on a journey where
no one has ever been,
and no one follows behind me-
am I still a trail-blazer?

I know there is
another set of
footprints besides mine.

He who has led me here
has blazed a trail in my heart-
it is enough.

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