As I prepare to leave on my next adventure, a canoe trip in northern Saskatchewan, my mind drifts to Italy and the via Ferrata I experienced with my husband and friends; the inspiration for the following poem.
I spring from the blanket
eyes circle the forest
my mind reaches out to the horizon
where a distance strains
above tree tops
steel cables follow
a line
ready for the high course
Dolomiti tower before me
a north wind blows
in a rush
I drag bruised legs
over jagged dusty rocks
carabiner clicks
count the path upward
suddenly I see a raven
black wings glint as she soars
my bandana waves
I lunge to the left
in my mind
I am Icarus
on my way to the sun