I know the path
like the back of my hand
worn, familiar
yet infinite
Gray traces objects
in pencil
shaded in silver
smudged with dampness
Sunset brings out
the silhouettes matted
against every hue of orange
details darkened
by end-of-day light
Sunshine draws in marker
bright, brilliant, bold
contrasts
spinning on the color wheel
One foot in front of the othe
tracing the veins
the wrinkles
each knuckle and nail
as I walk
this familiar
and new-each-day
path
®Douillard
