Saturday, August 16, 2014

canary tramp

“Sometimes the Wind Can Sound Like a Waterfall”



you begin your ascent according to script
and for the right reason
somewhere between exercise and as an exercise

and

wisely, with no end goal, you’ve absorbed the Greats

“Be Here Now,” Bhagavan Das, mental floss
satisfied with breath with step with rice without the special sauce

until you heard it

roaring

you spun your azimuth
pursued the long hand
and exposed yourself lengthwise
soft underbelly
comp-ass

because

We All Want Something Beautiful

Steps be-labored now
past the point
of damaged return

false summits

disorientation

And

you got slapped with an indifferent and stinging gust
because you refused to acknowledge
that sometimes
the wind can sound like a waterfall

 

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