Trek’s End

just finished a long walk around monte rosa in the swiss/italian alps.  after ten days of intense activity and massive sensory input, there was a real decompression. summer is drawing down. back in my own mountains, there’s a subtle change in the air. winter won’t be long now.

this is a small piece- more to come in days to come


Trek’s end

sitting in a park

in the sun, agenda-less

like an old man

beyond usefulness.

a world away

my black dog

twitches in his sleep

dreaming me dead

while the earth

turns her face from the sun

rolling slowly over

into winter

© J.A. Fink 2013


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