the first 100 days
first 1000 mile days
first Georgia to Maryland days;
seated on picnic bench outside
log cabin 2 floored-3 walled shelter
hikers come and go,
breakfast cooking.
there's this feeling of destination
of movement in the piles of wood,
relaxed bodies, slumping packs,
hiker poles stuck in soft earth;
there's 1,000 more miles to Ka-TAH-din,
there's a 100 miles wilderness in the way,
there's rain,
there's heat,
there's cold.
maybe snow,
bruised feet
bug bites
sores
but there's 1,000 miles to go
there's still 1,000 miles to go
AT Poems IV
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