Morning Walk
By Hanna Anaz
For my grandfather -
Ghanim Anaz
He has covered every way,
Every step along the
route,
The route he circles every
day
Through wilderness and
wood.
Strolling in a gentle
mist,
He watches the glinting
path,
And with each step he
feels a kiss
Of droplets from the bark.
Bird song greets him as he
goes,
Their merry gent is
walking,
The pace he’s taking
clearly shows
The audience that
morning.
Chilly wind blows him
awake,
The early sun revives him,
And each raindrop upon the
lake
Are memories to guide him.
Feb. 2022
