The Horse Ford

Today I watched my footing 

Wandering steep shale and sand paths

Ever wary of rattlers

Views of the river and cliffs changing 

Flavored by burning wind whipping up the canyon

And cloud shadows cast cool as resting iron

After this prolific winter the water is high 

And crossing the horse ford not possible

But this shore is blessed with solitude 

For that we felt gratitude 

Doubling back and beyond

Eventually joining the flow of others

Our voices quieted by their presence 

As ten thousand steps brought us closer together


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