There is hope, there is Help

2,000 miles from home,

thick fog covers the dense

evergreen tree line. a mix

of mud and rain sloshes

beneath my feet; a worn trail

of footprints has led me here.

snow capped mountains

linger in the distant skyline

overlooking the St. John’s bridge,

grand and complex in its towering

height above the Willamette river,

whose tinted green waters offer

an escape from this beautiful 

place where I feel so alone

stranded so far from home.