On Footprints

Maggie Cahoon artspan.com

Maggie Cahoon    artspan.com

I looked behind me
Where my feet passed
through the dewy grass
lay footprints darkly damp
It seemed a straight line
which I walked along
Noon it will be gone

I looked ahead to see
where then I would be
Naught but hard scrabble
as far as my eyes could see
But on the distant dunes
a solitary pine`tree said
‘Come stand with me!’

I looked back at dusk
on the shadows of light
brought by a sinking sun
and found no sign I’d been
where grasses had grown
blown dry by the winds
of time’s slow passing

“Traveler, your footprints are the only road, nothing else . . .
Traveler, there is no road; only a ship’s wake on the sea.” ~ Antonio Machado


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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5 Responses to On Footprints

  1. great poem, and love the quote…


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