Never Enough

Let’s stack the land with stone answers

Photo by Michael & Diane Weidner on Unsplash

I am tired of this slanted orchard,
the feast and creeping famine.
It runs down a valley,
into my river, lost to the sea.

When I’m grabbed by luck,
twirled even, it feels like forever,
while the parched walk between stations
seems to shatter my strongest resolve.

My hair grows out longer now,
reminds me of the father — some endless rise
and we install the stairs — the horizon calls us,
the ground awaits our supplication.

Let’s stack the land with stone answers.
Keep climbing they say
and we oblige, step over step
with our hands reaching back.

© Trapper Markelz 2021

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