ghost castle

close to peace

on my walk, there is a rock wall.

behind it is a wild tangle of trees, branches drooping down over the stone.

one of the stones, right in the center, is very, very flat.

it's comfortable to sit on, and helps me rest after my long uphill trek.

the branch brushes my shoulder, the wind rustles my hair.

i read the ground in front of me, see footprints of traveling animals.

livestock, coyotes, little roadrunner trails. a snakeskin.

the setting sun makes my skin dance.

my chest fills with clean, quiet air.

this isn't true peace.

but right now,

it's close enough.

back.