Progress – seldom linear – tosses me into unexpected decline – stranded and incapacitated. My son – with labour-hardened strength leaps to my side, steadying
I navigate sharp twists, confront rough trails, steep slopes, swoon at dizzying heights, frailty felt. This path is for rugged, mountain-born, those accustomed to the
Unsettled, worry’s guest – change binds me, spineless… this waiting is venom, caution enticing, pursue transformation, big, small – and diversion to eliminate the parasites.
Relentless this turmoil, fear-driven storm battering psyche, beating me down… Hope trails, a gossamer thread, a faint flutter, refusing to die. (Tuesday are for Twitter.
Majesty is a tree quiet strength and vulnerability no more sheltered from acts of nature than I – none impenetrable, although youth believes it –
Transient, this life – visit the nested, encounter knots, snakes threatening, recognize the poisonous intrusion, try to deflect, avoid confrontation, but even perfection is vulnerable