Sojourn

A trail of children followed her and she moved the earth around them. She built a home, a city, heaven.

If she ran, they followed in step. They wanted to know where she was going and join the adventure. She allowed them in sometimes. And once in a while they found a clue under a rock or a lost story from a broken branch.

They knew they had to follow her. They wanted to know what she was seeking but she hadn’t a clue. It was her greatest fear to understand what it was. It was the search that she sought.

One day she was a woman and a trail of women followed her. They wanted to know where she would lead them, wanted to know what she was searching for. She opened her hands to show them her palms, they gently lined her creases, they made assumptions, they created a story of who she was and it was good. She grasped their hands in hers and led them to a mountain. They stood before it and began to climb.