The skinny trail I walk enhances my awe of the Mississippi. Water licks the shore three feet to my right. The trail fades to open forest floor. I look up, and am dazzled by the canopy of bright May. Massive slabs of yellow rock lay scattered ahead. I hike over them and pick up the trail again. I’m thinking so many people must have been drawn to this very place over thousands of years.
who else walked this ground
thousands of years of footfalls
by the deep river