By the side of the road, near the trailhead, a reminder--
You could simply hang it up, abandon the effort.
Who cares if you kick off your shoes, leave them to parch and shrivel in the sun--
dawn to dusk, dust to dust? Put down the pen, the whole foolish venture to rest?
But you never could resist a mystery--
hidden in canyon or shoe--
love letter, last will, ransom note, clue,
an explanation, shattering and simple.
A barefoot wanderer in the canyon, eating locusts and honey.
Boots shuffled off,
nothing held back,
the layers peel away.