BHS Inkwell 2017-2018

Colby Hinckley

Wanderer On The Trail By Jalen Mink

As the homebound crow flies in March, so does the wanderer set foot to path in February. Gray clouds resting long in the West will be painted by the sunrises on the buttes. If this sight does fail the traveler, then let them be given anew the scent of their fellow. If smell should pass also, then let the warm embraces of a companion be enough. If touch should too take flight, then may the breath of another’s exhalation taste ever richer. If taste is stolen and all’s gone but hearing, then may the music of the ages be played along their trail. If at last no sense is left to the wanderer, then may they find solace in the knowledge of being with another. There is no better sense than that.

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