Deeper Into the Hollow

The cold wind love bites my face.

I blink hard to clear my vision, as I trust The Lord’s guidance and my own intuition to land each stride.

The soft greens and crackling browns glide underneath as I gaze deeper into the hollow.

An object shines and pulls itself into my hand.

Parts are worn, others are sharp. Mostly translucent, it reminds me of myself.

I accept it into my pocket and continue the descent.

As the path divides, I pretend to choose my way.

From above, I admire a clearing.

I pose still in its center and listen.

I open my eyes and I am wild.

Like a hunter, I scan the crater.

This time I choose my path lined with moss.

Each step satisfying until gun shots turn me away.

Ethan O’Connell,

January 2019.