Pinecone Bus
Sep 23
1 min read
🌀Spunky Mind Tricks
Never been
Welcome back
The trail turned left where
left wasn't left.
A rock pointed the other
way around.
A compass had lost its
pointer altogether.
It pointed somewhere
anyway.
Very confidently.
Three pinecones were
waiting for a bus.
No bus came.
The trail crossed a creek
wearing one dry sock.
A root stuck out a tiny sign.
NOT YET.
Around the bend, the trees
changed places.
Nobody mentioned it.
A turtle hurried past carrying
yesterday under one arm.
The trail kept going.
Nothing looked familiar.
Good.
See you on the trail. 🐾
dirt first
everything else is a surprise
