Looking at you
Standing
By your green tent,
I know,
Soaked with morning dew,
your tired eyes
and
stiff shoulders
from a disturbed night on the ground.
I can almost
feel
what it is
to be back in those days;
The uncertainty
Of what is to come,
The relief of journey half
done,
The sounds,
Laughter
and quiet conversation
of others.
Hold-on to this moment.
It is as close
as it gets
to
Eternal.
Photo is of my son somewhere in England halfway through his DoE test-walk. I don’t have his permission to use the shot, but, as it is off Twitter, it’s anyone’s guess as to who has the rights.
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