So goes the trickling
along the walls
around the edges
over the rocks
the twigs
the tree trunks
bursting from the Earth
dirt dangling
scent of forest floor
fills the senses
digging its way back
to a time in this place years before
stopping along the roadside
walking down
the loose gravely incline
that led to the water's edge
where it flowed through the culvert
under the road
and into the river
Picking my way across the rocks
as the water worked to cause me to lose my balance
trying to get me to tumble in
and force me to be drenched in shame
I find my way to the other side and begin my ascent to the water fall at the top
I grab at limbs
push each footstep firmly down
pulling and climbing the precarious pathway
knowing that there is a tranquil pool at the top
knowing that the gentle trickling that I hear is there not here
not at the bottom
not in this gloom covered by a canopy of conifers
and a landscape of up rooted and totted remains
Slip...slide...grab...good save
The mist from the rush of the water sprinkles the ground
Being sure footed is not a sure thing
The mind is not able to lose itself and wander over the dreadful beauty of the wonder of nature
On task, focus, every step...
assist as the ascent ends
and a cold pool of pain pleasures
with possibilities that my life still harbors.
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