Friday, January 7, 2011

7.

Deceptively calm and bright,
Chill winter climb alone up unfamiliar mountain trails.
Bootprints before me turn back or aside,
Until only  small-foot mammal tracks precede me to alpine ponds.





"Can't get lost here," I think,
as I retrace the woodland superhighway I had climbed with focus.
Free to wander in my mind now,
Adjust layers, notice the flurries, rejoin familiar footprints descending.
No drama after all.

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