Climbing Out Of Gulpha Gorge
A red leaf falls
Something rustles
In the undergrowth.
A wind waves in the tree tops.
Red shoes crunch and scratch,
Climb, stretch, step.
Chic-a-dee skips on a branch ahead.
Cheep, hop, cheep-cheep, hop
Pebble bounces down.
This road only goes up
I keep climbing
But from what?
Nothing to escape from.
Nothing to escape to.
The hope of majesty drives me,
Keeps me moving.
Over stone, under branch
Through the brush
Brambles scratches and pull.
A brown leaf falls
The rush of senses new
Heavy breath
Suck and blow
Inhale, hold
Hold
Hold
Release!
Wonderful rush.
Smell...
wood and fall,
Wet and soil,
Brilliant stabs of light through foliage.
This immaculate beauty
Is everywhere all at once.
Overwhelming.
Synapses forming with
Each breath.
Each thought.
Never more important
than as a beard grows grey.
The world is vast
I will never stop
Unless it stops me.
A yellow leaf falls
This was a piece I wrote after a long morning hike on a road trip in 2022. We had camped overnight and while my wife slept, I got up early and explored the surrounding hills. Which just went up up up. It was good for me, though. I had a lot of thinking to do that day and the effort was cathartic.
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