familiar footpaths

I have been here before

and the bare trees seem to know it

The paths change a little each time I walk them.

Ice and mud today.

Dried earth and sun tomorrow.

They always lead me to same place

Teetering on driftwood at the edge of the river.

My mind filled with the Mississippi’s white noise electric

ice cracking with each swell of wave

I dare myself to walk upon the ice

and plunge my head through the sheet like an eagle fishing for lunch.

But a chilled north wind forces me to retreat back to the bluff

where time is kept by pieces of limestone

loosening their grasp and clicking down the jagged cliffs

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About Restless Cube Dweller

Most of my adult life has been defined finding homes in unconventional places, and learning to interact positively with others. I've lived in the middle of nowhere, in small cities, in large cities, in the suburbs, and now in Dubuque, Iowa. This blog represents my musings about growing up, moving on, finding love, and eating well in the suburbs and beyond.
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2 Responses to familiar footpaths

  1. Pamela says:

    Lovely photos; evocative poem.

    • Restless Cube Dweller says:

      Thank you! I’m going to start posting my creative writing writing on Sundays. I’ve missed writing poetry and short fiction…

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