Time travel


Looking at you


By your green tent,

I know,

Soaked with morning dew,

your tired eyes


stiff shoulders

from a disturbed night on the ground.

I can almost


what it is

to be back in those days;

The uncertainty

Of what is to come,

The relief of journey half


The sounds,


and quiet conversation

of others.


Hold-on to this moment.


It is as close

as it gets




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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