Trail, For April - (Prose)

Trail

I am a muddy trail

Not sloppy mud

Just moist

Impressionable

Her sneaker dented me

And the sun dried me

And I sat there

No longer smooth

With her footprints

In me

Helpless

You,

Wind that wends

Unwinds, undoes

Makes mud crumbly until,

Over sweet time,

Molecules meander

Just wander away

Hastened by you

Summer zephyr

Redeeming breeze

So now

Her footprints are barely visible

Dust blown away

Dis-remembered

My trail, my self

Now feels clean again

Safe from imprints

For wind leaves none

Ready for autumn

And the kiss of sweet rain...

--Eric Marley

June 2012