The Trail Ride
by Lori Kubik

The breath of the trees,
the sound of their skin underfoot,
thousands in the distance.
Their arms reaching,
grabbing,
begging us to stay.
They stand unified,
fixed,
strong.
But as I approach I see the path.
It was there,
hidden all along.
An opening.
I urge him ahead.
Hopeful.
Uncertain.
Now, as things seem familiar again,
I feel him underneath.
Relaxed.
We are going to the place we know.
I can see the sky through the trees.
The grasses dancing and alive,
welcome us.
He knew how to find the light.
Its warmth feels like
Home.

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