On the Trail

Walking in his moccasins

I felt a pain

shoot up my leg.

I tried to shift terrain,

find smoother ground,

a grassy place

rolled flat.

I shook my foot

and curled my toes.

The pain insistent

made me stop,

sit down,

remove the pebble

buried in the hide,

the stone

that made him cry

in fearful rage.

1 thought on “On the Trail”

  1. Ah yes, trying to walk in an other’s moccasins, even a few steps is not at all easy. Especially when we do not fully know about the pain the other has experienced.

    Yet another powerful image that has touches my soul.

    Thanks Bill!
    Steve and Lynne

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