Thirty

"Speak a new language
so that the world
will be a new world."

~ Rumi

In Passing

It’s just broken stones and old bones turned to dust. An alder chip path careening through the decay, me crunching a million specks of memories and reasons for living beneath the heels of my well-worn boots.

Some fought in revolutionary wars, others in civil ones, all fought the quiet battles of internal strife and individual responsibility.

I can feel the stories of the dead seeping through my soles.

It’s time for a new pair of boots.