Upward I climb in spirals on a dusty mountainside path examining petroglyphs that fill the lines of a story with a long ago fall’s hunt.
The trail etched in secrets is beaten down with the tracks of hikers like me who come for an afternoon’s pleasure.
The rock weeps for the serenity the past holds without an encrouching housing development and four lane road closing in nearby.
The crow circles above warding off intruders. The rattlers hide under the brush. There is danger looming. Stay away. Respect the past, present and future.