In a Dream I Trek the Ten Thousand Ravines in Thick Clouds Mountain Range in Winter
Lan Su Chinese Garden – Portland, Oregon
After Chia Tao
By Daniel Skach-Mills
Making my way along the frozen footpath,
meeting only juniper and pine,
who but my walking stick
knows how far I’ve come?
Walking alone
inspires new poems.
Fast-flying snow
makes the going hard.
Peering ahead,
life becomes an uphill climb of worry.
Looking back:
a slippery slope to regret.
Gazing up,
what light can this new moon shed
on how best to traverse
the rocky terrain of age?
When, I wonder,
did I last set foot
in far villages
of stars