The Trail

by Kevin Irie

The new trail was the same route to
old disappointments. Letting you lead,
I followed my sense
of what you shouldn’t see
of me:
      skidding, slipping down mud,
gravel. Inept like so many times before,
confidence was a path
my life seldom followed.

Of course, I wouldn’t say this.
We had reached the summit, the view
almost clear.
        The sun
looked filled as a small pail of milk.

The truth remained
too big for the moment.

— from Juniper Volume 2, Issue 3