Douglas Spring Trail Panorama Image by kenne
In the moment you feel a
belonging to an ancient time,
a time not seen, yet you feel it —
the dryness of a land
parched, dying of thirst.
Soon the trail switches back
and forth around large boulders
where lizards live in the dust
sometimes seen atop a boulder
doing their daily pushups
in the bright sunlight
soon returning to a dark place.
Stand here in the moment,
take yourself down the trail
toward the distant mountains.
The trail is narrow and dusty,
so narrow there are hikers
in front of you and behind,
not to your side, this is not
a shoulder to shoulder march,
this is a hike in single file.
Having entered this picture
you can stay till the poem ends
and the magic fades away.
For me, the photographer,
a part of me remains
poised in the moment.
— kenne
Becoming is Superior to Being 
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