Tracks and Tracing
Discoveries in places unfathomed
Am I on top of the world?
Things seem strange from up here -
a mountain of my own making
shrouded in murky choices
my inclination to continue
surmounted with diligence
do I go left? right? or the trail unseen?
my sinuous path covered
writhing twisty wyrms, ideas made of fears
hissing, mocking my decisions
any mistake becomes a roadblock of doubt
hanging over an abyss
scramble, struggle, inch my way back to safety
pause, a breath, another,
a babbling brook trickles rhythms
against a rustling backdrop
clouds sweep towards me, the way grows dark and cold
progress fades into indecision
feverish scribblings journal my progress
howling in the dark impels me further
I run but I don't feel safe
scramble to safety, flimsy fabric against the dark
I am awash in sweat
my notebook is filled with ideas not there before -
Was it all a dreamscape?
About the Creator
Meredith Harmon
Mix equal parts anthropologist, biologist, geologist, and artisan, stir and heat in the heart of Pennsylvania Dutch country, sprinkle with a heaping pile of odd life experiences. Half-baked.
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Comments (2)
Not according to your notebook. Though if you're beginning from the mountaintop & you're not able to fly, may I suggest the pathway to take should lead down.
Very creative