Mud on my shoes
In my blood
Smell the dirt
Forgotten memories
The warmth
Of my mother’s placenta
Rivers surge
Make smooth the hardest of rock
Constant rhythmic pounding
Pushed by a forceful heart
Driven to the sea
The big stew
How foolish
To wake up
Thinking
For one nano-second
This is a place to visit
When…
I am the mud
I am the river, the rock
A speck
In the big stew
“Hiking Notes”
The Big Stew
Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic 
How often, we need to remind ourselves: look at the big picture! We are only a spec of it all!
Realistic perspective! And wonderful one.
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I am forever amazed at the complexity and the connective relationships of life forms on this planet
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And it shows through your wonderful poetry Mark 🙂
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