PILGRIMAGE

I clambered down 

the back stairs 

of my 

deck today

and was immediately 

reminded

that every step we take

is a stride

inside

one kind 

of pilgrimage

or another.

We are always

on our way 

to somewhere,

with or without

faith, with

or without

hope, with 

or without

fear—the procession

of gravel

made this poignantly clear,

as it paraded its way

across a dessert

of flagstone.