I Follow

by Brad Wilcox

Straight, tall, strong,

you stride the world,

hurdling the chasm of time,

leaving distinct footprints.

Unnoticed,

I follow.

Then, when my earth trembles

and I am quaking, too,

I crawl inside your footprint;

a unique refuge created for me.

Seasons rotate, winds whine,

while I struggle resolutely

from one footprint to another

with confidence,

For I can still see you

ahead in the distance.

Photo by Kurt Draper