Craig Wisner

Lost.

I was lost again.

Following a stream, looking for sanctuary

temporary hermitage

-a canyon on the right catches my attention

its entrance a dry waterfall twice my height.

I start climbing

top out in a dry rock basin

carved by once raging floods.

A new fall is revealed

beyond this another

and another.

I keep climbing

tracing the rock walls

until finding a face too high to climb.

 

I lost myself again

in movement and breath

and an empty mind.

Red poison oak leaves, sticks

and  scree in my sandals, between toes

squatting on an outcropping

-comfortable at last

 

 

 

 

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One response

  1. Pretty cool, Craig.

    November 2, 2015 at 6:51 am

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