The Tracks We Leave

We will be known forever by the tracks we leave.
-Lakota Indians
 
I stepped softly on this shaken soil.
Eyes opened
Heart listening.
 
Who cracked this ground?
I wanted to know.
 
I asked many around me.
 
Some blamed me, even though I had just arrived.
Some blamed them, even though they knew them not.
Some lamented that they were just not good enough.
Some asked to join me in my quest.
 
Slowly,
month by month,
​year by year
we watered,
planted seeds.
Those who wanted someone to blame
left.
 
Now we see the buds coming through richer soil
We will continue to plant. 
 
© Laura Hendrickson  2017