A boardwalk
provides my passage
over the swampy grassland.
provides my passage
over the swampy grassland.
I walk forward,
slightly elevated,
seeing a Seussian tree
in the distance.
slightly elevated,
seeing a Seussian tree
in the distance.
Ahead of me
is a bridge.
I will cross it when I get to it.
is a bridge.
I will cross it when I get to it.
Mindlessly I walk.
I’m lost in thought again.
I’m lost in thought again.
The rigid geometry of the bridge
rebels
against the placid abstractness
of the nature around it.
Something about the intersecting lines
draws me in and I stop.
rebels
against the placid abstractness
of the nature around it.
Something about the intersecting lines
draws me in and I stop.
Walking under a canopy of arched trees,
it’s like a tunnel drawing me closer.
I know not what awaits me further along the trail:
too many twists and turns remain
before my destination.
it’s like a tunnel drawing me closer.
I know not what awaits me further along the trail:
too many twists and turns remain
before my destination.
There are snakes here apparently.
The warning sign is a moment too late.
I jump back and he slithers off.
We both go about our days,
unchanged by our encounter.
The warning sign is a moment too late.
I jump back and he slithers off.
We both go about our days,
unchanged by our encounter.
The mountain appears,
seemingly out of nowhere.
I can see it over the railroad crossing.
It’s taller than I expected.
seemingly out of nowhere.
I can see it over the railroad crossing.
It’s taller than I expected.
The sun is shining down on me
as I break through the canopy
into another clearing.
I’m getting closer to the bottom now.
as I break through the canopy
into another clearing.
I’m getting closer to the bottom now.
Naked trees stand over
a disordered & leaf-strewn forest floor.
The trail cuts cleanly through it,
only subtly breaking
the muted grey-brown palette
left behind when autumn faded.
a disordered & leaf-strewn forest floor.
The trail cuts cleanly through it,
only subtly breaking
the muted grey-brown palette
left behind when autumn faded.
I reach a small stream.
Life abounds here.
I stop & look & feel,
absorbing it all.
Life abounds here.
I stop & look & feel,
absorbing it all.
I walk up the hill,
rocks cover everything.
I climb over them—
bounding from
rock to rock
with a childlike playfulness.
rocks cover everything.
I climb over them—
bounding from
rock to rock
with a childlike playfulness.
I stop and look out,
the view is amazing.
the view is amazing.
I’m nearing the top now,
almost there.
The light becomes brighter,
the heat pushes against me.
I can’t stop now,
not even for a break.
I can see it.
almost there.
The light becomes brighter,
the heat pushes against me.
I can’t stop now,
not even for a break.
I can see it.
There’s one more small climb
and a little turn before the top.
and a little turn before the top.
I see
a graffiti-covered mailbox
nailed to a tree,
letting me know
I can stop and rest now.
a graffiti-covered mailbox
nailed to a tree,
letting me know
I can stop and rest now.
I have arrived.