in the shallow trench of your stride Poem, by crypticbard, at My poetic side

"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.

in the shallow trench of your stride