Footsteps in Castillo de Locubín

As I walk on those yesterday’s tracks tracks of a lonely unknown memory images of an explorer, a seeker of life inhabits the strings of my imagination

Words unique to my soul project a sense of belonging attraction to a sea of discovery that does not want to wait any longer

footsteps I must follow guided only by an internal pulse flight plan-less it is but still my mud-covered feet will reach my journey’s end

I can see the light modeling what will be I can see the light’s shadow stretching and elongating my self collaboration

I can see Thoreau’s footsteps in the distance of my nearness