Poetry

On Mountain Biking & Other Frightening Endeavors

How do you know which paths to trust?

Which are solid, which are dust?

Do you know, beneath your feet

which steps are nets or roots or snares?

There comes a point

you do not care.

Your heart’s alive

Your soul will dare.

The trail you tread is lush and wild

uncharted, dark, and undefiled.

Your skin is black and blue and free.

Deep cuts prove your audacity.

How do you know which arms to trust?

Trust a smile, trust a touch.

Trust your blind reach into chance

and pull from fear a delicate dance.

On parlous places strike your tent.

And lifeless life you’ll circumvent.

1.11.2020 – KLG

Credit: William Hook

 

 

 

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