poem lost in the night

This is my trail
It’s quiet and solitary
It meanders through city and forest
The sweeping waves of the ocean
wash the sands from the edges
You have to look hard
at this whisper trail I’m leaving behind
if you care to know who I am
But like all renegades
I can’t be found where you want me
where you feel comfortable
So I offer this to you — This is my trail
ephemeral and wind-blown
to let you know I was once here