The Crossing

While hiking on a lonely trail,
My goal: another mount to scale,
And feeling rather wearisome,
I pause in sweet delirium
Upon a bridge where blows a gale.

I fain would other traveler hail
While hiking on a lonely trail,
But I’ll not wait for him to come,
For here I cannot stay.

Now feeling once more whole and hale,
I loosen grip upon the rail.
My pack swings like a pendulum
Back to my shoulder, burdensome.
Draw in a sigh, then deep exhale,
For here I cannot stay.

© 2017 Angela Umphers Rueger – All Rights Reserved
from The Abundant Heart

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