Oregon Trail

There is the difficult cipher of distance
and elevation and terrain between us.

Children and animals and hard questions
of provisions and where to overwinter.

This is a perilous march as you said
with no certainty at all of arrival.

Eyes open! is the watchword
as day slips into the realm of firelight.

Pairs of green eyes shine in the shadows,
silent stalking creatures of desire.


About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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