Sense the Unseen
- Meaghan Racicot

- Jul 16
- 1 min read
Just before morning
The frozen Earth still
Dark skies above him
No wind, but a chill
Walking an old path
Center rutted in deep
Out in the cities
People wake from their sleep
Night now behind him
Tomorrow ahead
His body well cloaked
His stomach well fed
He journeys alone
He's left it behind
Come way out here
To help clear his mind
The unknown keeps calling
The quiet serene
The call of the wild
To sense the unseen

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