Already ahead

Now at a run

Trying to lose or

Get lost distance

Augmented by the feigned

Tracks toward ghost mountains

Crossing streams for the trackless

Tumbling wet stones underfoot


Later in the aged wake

A boy finds the treading

Familiar ways of love

The choicest trail

And the ways of love

A study in sacrificial patience

Dreams honed out of clouds

With a sweeping hand


Joshua Hughes