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My Flow

Winter has stayed much too long.  I’m aching for the snow to melt so I can pull on old boots and walk the trails one more Spring.

“The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.”
John Muir

“The spirit of risk gradually takes its leave. It follows the wild cries of joy and pain down the wind, through the hedgerow, growing ever fainter. What was that sound? A dog barking far off? That was our life calling to us, the one that was vigorous and undefended and curious.”
Peter Heller

The Path

Seek out the path of spring melt flow;
the boot-worn trough through stubborn root, jagged stone.

Up and up, A morning’s walk,
two thousand feet six inches at a step

Shimmering, glaring, hard, hot, granite light
the smell of sweat, pine resin, sun-baked rock.

The trail winding in and out across massive mountain walls
Edges rough, indistinct, fading into scree, brush, rotted needle dust

All around the world descending; stones, leaves, water, wood
A melting mountain, tumbling endlessly toward a rumored shore.

Only we and the wind are climbing.

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