"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.
.
Curls with your breath
Curls with the shape of your breath. Brillant. Fabulous image of walking in the footprints of those who went before us. Stones still cooling. Nicely done
Thank you so much dear poet
Thank you so much dear poet friend. Most appreciative of your thought and valued gesture.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver