Walks are good...

I am walking along

a place so quiet

I can hear the wings of the moth beat

I can hear the grass sway in the wind

yet

I cannot hear the river

So I keep walking along

I hear the quail chirping in the blackberries

I hear the duck wings as they fly swiftly by

yet

I cannot hear the river

So I keep walking along

humming a song

that flows from the river within

I lift my eyes

to late winter skies

It is more the beginning of spring

before I realize anyone, anything

I see the river

Rising up before me

yet

before I saw it

I heard it

It was then I knew

K, Duane Carter 2-16-12

The Walk

The Walk

I traveled a pavement path today

It took me to recent, distant past

Many things arose

The good, the bad, and yes, the ugly

Yet, these things had no hold, no hold

They could gain no hallowed ground

For there was something greater still

That took the past and drowned

It

The greater was the present

It was the sunshine radiating off all alive

The skies so rich with blue

The green of the new leaves on the trees

The wind was whispering new

Songs of life and hope and peace and love

All of these things were more than enough

To erase the past, to place it where it should be

I think I’ll simply rest beneath this tree

Slipping as a dream into my future 

K, Duane Carter 4-23-11