Trailhead

On the mountain’s

jagged edge, notched

for canyon passage,

beneath the clouds

there sets a space

open to the far horizon for

blue and light to chase

the drear back over my shoulder

and out across the plains.

This reminds me

to do at least two things; one,

to find within

old fears of all once

thought so right and real

and heavy in

my consciousness, and two, to

build a cairn of them

before I go.

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