yesterday's walk

the raucous cry
of the crow
rang out

over the crackling
of cornstalks
underfoot

as my lungs
breathed in
the smoky air

and my heart
cried
holy
holy

“Walking is the perfect way of moving if you want to see into the life of things. It is the one way of freedom. If you go to a place on anything but your own feet you are taken there too fast, and miss a thousand delicate joys that were waiting for you by the wayside.” 

                           — Elizabeth Von Arnim