I found it
Above the Cemetery,
Beneath Zipporah’s Pond,
Holding its own
Against the biomass.
Trevor named it
Earning that right
Hiking the Lost Coast,
And all trails known
To our strongest hikers.
If he only knew
What lies ahead
In the lines of men
Who find their way
To ancient waters,
Where we all learn
What brings us life
Also takes it away…
This article appears in A Caregiver’s Final Act.