Traveling Companion

by

Rick Bandy

Scarred and scared, we meet on the road.
Co-travelers, then companions
On a winding path through a garden of rock.
Picking our way gingerly through the
Fallen columns and shattered shells slowly submitting
To a green oblivion.
Left by hands careless of their destruction.

We step lightly.
Cautious of the jagged remains,
Though they’re long since dulled
By Heaven’s rain and the passing days.
Sometimes surprised, delighted by the sight
Of a bloom, pushing defiantly through a crack in the path,
Flashing color, a semaphore of hope.

We reach trusting hands to each other,
Trembling, steadying against the shifting
Of the stones and our loads.
And with a growing sense of awe,
Realizing we don’t need everything we have carried,
We set a few things down by the side of the path,
Among the broken stones
And travel on.

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