As I walked ahead finding my normal strideFirst time carrying a pack, uncertainty in my tenacity I hideI hear (the words of my yogi) “Some days are the days to work harder than others.”I find my breath supports meI exhale everything stale, including the airAnd press onWeight squarely on my hipsNone on my shouldersAny weight … Continue reading Trailing Thoughts
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