a ways past severn falls

walled in by green giants
my hampered hearing senses
only the occasional
click of gears
ratcheting to the rhythm of
the great shield’s undulations

as the fog
upon my lenses clears 
i burst into an unexpected openness
cedars cede to bucolic beauty
boundaried by
long, thin strands of glistening grass

my pacing now marked
by the meters between
wooden fence posts
hewn by hand 

spikelets saturated by morning’s dew
yesterday’s warmth condensing into
droplets of today’s hope
gently waiting in stillness
for the steady strength
of the rising sun

tingling toes and
frigid fingers
remind me that i, too,
post-by-post
click-by-click
wait

Written by Scott Moore
Illustrated by Landon Wideman

Inspired August 2023