The footsteps
of those who have
walked before
are often deep and weary.
These footprints,
impressed by
burdens and loads
are beyond
my ken.
My thankfulness
is not always
fulsome.
My remembrance
not always
aware.
In fact,
my steps
show
rushed
ingratitude;
Careless
stomping
over distant memories
and fragile treasures.
Past ghosts,
forgive
my
unthinking
selfishness
and careless disregard
of paths forged
that speed my journey.
Travels from Ur 