The mud thickness

on my shoes,

as I plod along

singing.

I bend slowly

into the earth;

my voice swallowed

by the wind.

Except for names

of the dead faces,

I remember most

versions of the past;

the storied details

reassure me

that what I knew,

I know. 

Despite other’s 

revanchist revisions,

I hold to a path

which will lead me home.

(June 8, 2021)