Hobble To Cobble Poem by Thomas Plotz

It's been a month to the day
Since I've hiked this way

Another warm walk, this winter,
Walked to the railing, where I wrote my name

It's there, It holds, unfaded, it's true,
Weathering the storms of rain, and snow
Wind blows, and walkers wear,

I'M holding my Heart, and

Memories, of all of you…

I didn't hear the creek talk today, she's frozen still,
Just a trickle of water slipping underneath the ice,

Spliced the sound
Silence abounds…

I picked the eastern path this time,
Finding wreath, of destruction, and distractions
Unable to balance myself,

My shoes stuck in suction,
On this muddy hiking trail

Needing to bail when
My shoe sole failed,

As I hobbled back to cobble,
Thinking of you…

T. Plotz
Hobble To Cobble
5 FEB 2016