my legs are rubbery the chickens are all there the dog is lying asleep on the rub and the day blazes into evening
for now this is enough
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Rebecca said ' o baby how did we survive it all?' and it burned into my heart it did so I took myself to the mountains a trail called Dirty Harry way up the pass off 90 and it was a dried up (mostly) stream bed a real ankle breaker me and Felix and we forded streams and walked on the slippery rocks and when something crashed down Felix barked his big dog bark and when we got to the snow line we decided to head back down and the sun wasn't shining on the trail before but now it was so everything sparkled the water wee waterfalls the dead garter snake the ferns uncurling their fronds the brilliant mountain tops still wearing the winter snow so I forgot about the sorrow the sadness my friend my always present shadow in the mountains there is green peace and critters and trillium still blooming and for a while I think about my wet boots and my sore foot and the next boulder we have to jump off and the next bend and the next
my legs are rubbery the chickens are all there the dog is lying asleep on the rub and the day blazes into evening
for now this is enough
my legs are rubbery the chickens are all there the dog is lying asleep on the rub and the day blazes into evening
for now this is enough
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3 comments:
That was a nice hike. Thanks. I needed that. I'll have to check out that Dirty, Hairy, ankle-breakin trail someday.
Dirty Harry! It's steep! It's rocky! It'll kick your ass!
Ferns uncurling and rubbery legs do confirm what many-chambered lives we lead. I find it necessary to remind myself often that all is not as it seems. There is what is undeniably real, and there is more. There is enough. xo
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