over the ten thousand others
in the field, except that
someone else, as lost as you,
thought to pile some stones here.
The chaos that confronts you
will evolve into a pattern
that bigger things broke into.
The freedom measured by each fall:
No one knows where you are.
It’s easy to make a statement out of
stones piled up within arm’s reach:
Here I have been; harder to know
which of the piles you come upon
you should kick down.
-by Rick Kempa
Rick Kempa lives in Rock Springs, Wyoming, where he teaches writing and philosophy at Western Wyoming College. “Kicking Cairns” is featured in the Fall 2011 edition of Jackson Hole Review, www.jhreview.com.
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