
Aiden Heung of Shanghai celebrates the season on Mo Gan Mountain in Zhejiang, China, from the current issue of Deep Wild: Writing from the Backcountry.
Morning Walk
One creek
would be enough; one muddy trail
led me up hills where green
tufted within the milky fog
of morning. Summer felt like Autumn.
On my skin tiny feet of dew.
On my boots the color of stones.
Above me, waxberries cobbled in red.
Beneath, a lake pooled in
from the west, out of my control.
The wind began to stir
through the tall grass that tongued my legs.
Pews of boulders on the shimmering slope.
I halted under a tree that blew light,
ate my breakfast,
thought about all the work I’d leave undone
and continued my walk into the sun.
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This is a lovely poem, powerfully evocative yet subtle as the “tiny feet of dew.”
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