While I’m Still Ambulatory
The Pacific Crest Trail is slow-motion parkour
for 10 hours a day.
It was like boyhood again, except this time I’m older
every step a privilege
and I brought too much stuff.
“Write your own damn book,” a friend said
regarding my novicely-heavy backpack.
I left my monument of comfort and leisure
broke the boots in with a 6-hour car-ride
and found joy in the continuously arduous.
Without a phone,
one stops longer
taking note of available beauty experienced.
and the bar-code of god-light,
play a valley
The humble and extraordinary,
we wore into the trail cloth
walking till the end of August.
250 miles of Sections I and H
almost cured my achilles.
of bears and song and dancing
and next summer’s good medicine.