closed in
our big hike,
over 10 miles up and down a great mountain,
a challenge to the body, to the will,
I’d hoped for clear views, maybe for peregrine falcon,
instead clouds lowered and distances shrank,
no falcons appeared,
the sky drizzled,
dripped,
showered,
dripped and drizzled again,
our shoes and clothes and spirits soggy,
those spirits hoped to open and to enlarge,
instead the weather closed us in on ourselves
and on nearby rock and plant and flower,
maybe our spirits did open, did enlarge,
but our bodies were glad to finish
and to get dry again.
by Henry H. Walker
May 23, ‘17
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