The Tubman Trail
I hiked a portion of the Harriet Tubman trail with boots upon my feet.
I can’t imagine walking the entirety of the path she, several times, had to complete.
I hiked it in the light of a sunny day when the weather was particularly nice.
I can’t imagine walking in the cold and rain, blanketed by the darkness of a Maryland country night.
Of course, no one was chasing me; no masters were left behind.
Being a privileged white American male, I cannot truly appreciate her state of mind.
But I have a creative imagination and have studied my U.S. history,
Enough to understand this heroine had more courage than that which resides inside of me.
I may have exactly retraced some of her steps, quite literally,
But in no way mirrored her brave journey in any way metaphorically.
After the hike I drove home exhausted looking forward to a nice long nap.
With only the physical and emotional strength left to tip Ms. Tubman my Oriole baseball cap.
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