"the shallow trench of your stride"
Blessed be the weight of your heel
upon the scree,
you who crossed the salt-flats
before the rains came back.
The air still curls
in the shape of your breathing;
the stones you overturned
are still cooling in the wind.
I do not know your name,
nor the house of your kin,
but I walk
in the shadow of your passing.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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Comments6
a most beautiful piece and a fav
Thanks for the Fave, my friend 🙏🏻🕊️
most welcome
How many have passed before us on this track we tread we in their shadows. Well written Cryptic
Indeed, thanks Soren🙏🏻🕊️
Most welcome Cryptic
Good write A.
Thanks O🙏🏻🕊️
'But I walk in the Shadow of your Passing', says it all . A fave.
Thanks Kevin, it does feel that the whole poem hangs on that single line. 🙏🕊️
Wow, Rik! This feels ancient, reverent, and profoundly human. The land remembers someone history has forgotten, and the living continue within what they left behind. That connection across time hit me hard. Outstanding work, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Time! Yes. It’s a journey and expedition finding its connective tissue/s. Thank you🙏🏻🕊️
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