My palm warmed the stone
I plucked from the many
As we trod long across unfamiliar awaiting discovery
Before the steep
Before the onset of fear
Before staccato breaths bred control
I paused at a rubble pile
Sacred someone says
Safe passage to those who leave an offering
Balanced here in morning’s light
Building cairns out of stones and leaves
and bits of trees forest sea debris
everywhere I go I leave a print a hint
shred or shadow a little piece of me
i may have said once long ago invisible
is the one and only honest way to be
but i must have left a door ajar
perceptions change I’ve travelled far
what i feel is real is it’s alright if when
my time is past a stranger or almost friend
finds among fragments along life’s path
remembrance of the presence i once wore
