Untaken Trails
And yet, the trails on these maps - the long lines that don’t intersect with any of their kind - those are the ones that haunt me.
An Ordinary Loop
There is evidence I was here but it is scant. My presence has been filled in, my edges have been smoothed. I am a bare memory.
Carillon
Were the temperature to rise by even two degrees, the sky would instead be pressing the precise part of me that finds it difficult to get out of bed. It would be the devil saying, see? It’s better when you leave the door closed. But the snow has something different to say. It whispers: oh, wonder.
Are You Moving?
The mountains didn’t answer so instead he asked me. I was there to say no my dear, don’t worry. You are moving, I am not.