Four letters,
infinite power: move. One pair of boots, colored by hard ground, treading
the old road's dead-grass track, thrust dirt ahead of their scuffs. All the
steps behind had faded into days, uncounted, known only for the cold shade and
thawing sun. All the steps ahead were lovely, in the heart above
the boots.
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Inspired by the imaginary garden with real toads, the lure of movement against my own stagnation, and Abraham Archer, who has been tracking through my thoughts lately.
This is much closer to my heart of moving.. boots and walking is how I would leave....Solvitur ambulando
ReplyDeleteI'd like to say I'd go on foot, or on horseback - and when it's temporary, I do - because it feels very romantic, but all the times I've actually left a life behind, it's been in a car. Abraham, though, is definitely a walking person.
DeleteThis is a wonderful descriptive piece. Great sense of progression from start to finish.
ReplyDeleteThanks!
DeleteWalking is the Greatest Escape - even if it is only a walk in the forest! In younger years, I walked many miles, looking into lighted windows, longing for home........now I sit inside, looking out and longing for adventure.
ReplyDeleteWalks in the forest are my favorite. I spent countless hours in the forest on my father's property when I was growing up. It's still the most soothing place for me, although I'm learning to substitute the Sonoran desert I live in now for the Appalachian woodlands I grew up in.
Deletesuch a strong first sentence, powered through to the final step ~
ReplyDeleteThis moves me.
ReplyDeleteOh good, I was hoping it might move someone :)
DeleteYes, there is infinite power in those four letters. Great piece!
ReplyDeleteI like this. The power of move. All we really have to do.
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