Source Point - Dec. 7, 2020
- Gary Hunter
- Dec 7, 2020
- 1 min read
when I struggle to understand
I’ll log my life backwards
follow previous footsteps
often on paths ever rockier
growing in elevation
difficult to track at sunset
blind in the night
I depend on signs
a stir of leaves
an up-welling pool
the moon pointing
at a crack in the darkness
if I’m on the right path
I always get that inkling
no turning back now
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