…at the retreat, hour after hour
with a rope that seems frayed
and a creased, old map
I think I see tracks in dried mud—
too wide for raccoon,
too small for bear.
Someone has been this way before—
there are old ashes in a hollow,
a cairn of stones at the crossroad.
Traveler, give me your hand,
keep my feet on the trail:
together we might just make it.
∞
From the “Online Exclusives” for the Spring 2013 issue of Inquiring Mind (Vol. 29, No. 2)
© 2013 Geraldine Zetzel
Geraldine Zetzel is the author of Mapping the Sands (Mayapple Press, 2010), Near Enough to Hear the Words (Pudding House Publications) and With Both Hands (Finishing Line Press). Her poems have appeared in a number of anthologies and journals. She lives in Lexington, Massachusetts.
Geraldine Zetzel is the author of Mapping the Sands (Mayapple Press, 2010), Near Enough to Hear the Words (Pudding House Publications) and With Both Hands (Finishing Line Press). Her poems have appeared in a number of anthologies and journals. She lives in Lexington, Massachusetts.