Nature’s nerve

The ancient eavesdropper

Just around the corner

When I embarked on this journey
I had no firm idea of finality,
as the trail curved, my compass swerved 
to readjust its center of gravity.
Landmarks emblazoned in my mind’s map,
tracing contours, racing rivers 
and scaling obstacles.
I thought of sleep, eyes open, awake,
always on my feet, missing no moments 
for fear they would escape.
Dirt-caked clothing caught 
in the roaring mess of existence,
heart pacing inside
a claustrophobic rib-caged vestibule,
pumping, beating all doors down
with the urgency of blood-rushing adrenaline.
Bone-grazing, marrow-sucking survival instinct,
boots clawing the mountainside,
hands grasping for tree twigs, water and thin air,
teeth gnashing, raw flesh, muscles churning —
what furious splendor in the unknown endeavor.
Exceeding the apex of ability 
and hitting the nerve nature reserves 
for a chosen few, their bodies forged of tough,
lean sinew.

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About tyler4turtles

I am an avid photographer, poet, ecologist, bookworm, blogger, art enthusiast and runner who calls Montana home but lives in Oregon.
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3 Responses to Nature’s nerve

  1. babylonmagus says:

    If I close my eyes I can almost smell the moss, great photographic study…

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