I Move Forward
by Sondra Ball
I move forward
toward an unknown land.
The trail is steep.
The air is sharp.
A scented wind
fills me with expectation.
Among these boulders
and these sharp curves,
a question lingers:
can I get there?
An answer resounds:
one clear sharp note
of silence.
volume 11(6)
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