Pilgrim in the Cornfield Overlooked and silent, camouflaged by the ordinary, the old pilgrim watches the road. The young speed by in their expensive, technical gear. Their hungry ambitions seek the illusive tranquility promised by success. The old pilgrim had dropped his grudges along the road of time, struggle, and pain. He breathes in the scent of life in the soil, the perfume of the red poppies that rise from the dying stalks. The old pilgrim hears the grasshoppers drone, considers the crows finding treasures in the field, feels the comfort of the evening breeze. The old pilgrim smiles. Composure has found a home in his face. His song is easy, his breath slow. His pilgrimage has taught him that age is a reward. Years build the rich autumn colours, the reds and ochres that smolder, the warmth that is deeper than all the harsh neon lights of youth. Cathy Hollister Cathy Hollister was a Finalist in the Ageless Authors 2020 Coping with Crisis writing contest. Her work has been in Smoky Blue Literary and Arts Magazine, Corona Global Lockdown and It’s Not Easy published by Poet’s Choice, and others. She lives in middle Tennessee.
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