Thoughts of Dolomiti

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

Looking in the Mirror

GirlAtMirror
(image credit: Norman Rockwell)

Have you ever felt like you are someone else
looking in
looking out

You hear chatter and see smiles
volume up
volume down

You see motion
stepping fast
stepping slow

But what do you see
as time and distance strain
and fade away

What do you hear
as blasts turn to whispers
and fade away

What do you feel
as shaking turns to quivers
and fade away

someone in the mirror
fading away