Such small dog with a very loud bark,
small people with unique skills can fell a giant,
ant carrying loads, flies
torturing a horse, of course, mosquitoes.
A grandmother I met pushing a stroller
in our morning walk
she comes from far away where we met
“five miles every day”, she says, “my grandon enjoys the ride”
I say hi, he is awake, looking at a stranger.
Skills grow like vocabulary
a foreign language you are learning
we cry when we are born
helpless and dependent
the landscape widens like in Wyoming
where you travelled one fall on vacation
the horizon, almost endless.
Odds may seem overwhelming.
Stripped of superficialities one finds
oasis in the desert.
A father who thought
his son will not amount to anything
in the Beagle, in Galapagos he proved
his father wrong.
Carry a notebook
and a pen when you walk
you may not have to travel so faraway.
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