Every time I walk down
into the hollow
through the winter woods
or up the mountain again,
I stop right here.
Standing on the packed earth
at an old logging road
where the creek slips quietly
through its rusty culvert
underfoot,
I'm not so much listening as feeling
a kind of tickling caress
through the soles of my shoes
and I recognize
a crossing of paths, a choice,
a way back,
if I could only turn
and follow.
— Underfoot
Stephen Wing (Atlanta, Georgia)
There were no logging roads or mountains in the parkland of this cemetery...but there were a creek and a culvert, hilly inclines, winter woods, a crossing of paths...and, considering the solemnity of the surroundings, places, like this, where one could quietly contemplate the feel of the earth underfoot.
Decatur Cemetery: City of Decatur, Georgia, USA. 25 January 2025.
Teddy Wilson: Sweet Lorraine
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