This morning I went, I thought somewhere new,
hunting a waterfall, gifting a view,
but when I arrived and opened the door
I knew I’d already been there before.
How could I have forgotten such a place?
What spot in my mind needed it erased?
Or was it because in the years before,
my mind had lost some power to record?
It’s been a while since I needed to don spikes. I’m not sure exactly how long, but it feels like years. Well, for hiking anyway. Sometimes I’ve needed them to tread up a ski hill to watch my daughter race, but other than that, I haven’t had much cause. A series of health setbacks kept…
Way up there, saddled in the breeze,
nestled where most will never see,
lies a lake, a christening pool,
a gift from Heaven, seems to me.
To protect it, we leave it be,
but I confess, a part believes,
that one little dip in this jewel
could turn an old soul new,
and set a new one free.
In heart, we didn’t know,
but she knew.
With a sun like that, how
could we know?
Nothing ever happened
to give us
that creeping in our bones.
That cold show.
But she knew to shed all
and prepare.
That the body’s rhythm
isn’t cast
aside by a warm surprise,
and that for
every exuberance,
a right,
and the hard sleep that is
required.