Written by Shaun Jex
I don’t know how to answer
Your questions about God
Or the meaning of it all
But I can say
That my muscles ache
And sweat stings my eyes
As I walk
this dirt path
Between wildflowers and pine
Yes…
I could proclaim the miracle
Of a cool breeze
Caressing my cheek
Beneath the sun’s relentless gaze
Or meditate
On the hymn of a ground squirrel
Sounding his barbaric yawp
Across alpine meadows
I could testify of burning lungs
That gulp for oxygen
Or the way a drop of water
Soothes chapped lips
Like a loving mother
Kissing a fevered brow
I could stand at the edge
Of this rocky outcrop
And proclaim it all
To the glacial valleys below
But the trail goes on
And the hour is late
So, I place one foot
In front of the other
And continue on my way
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Shaun Jex is a poet living in the Oklahoma City area. His works have previously appeared in publications such as Light Poetry Magazine, Dirigible Balloon, Little Thoughts Press, Epistemic Literary, and others. He is also the author of the newly released children’s poetry collection A Catalog of Curious Creatures.