when there aren’t any two-legged roaches crawling around
out of the woodwork and into your cereal
cool and windy today under sunny skies
thankfully roaches are at a minimum
pulpit rock colorado
sounds a little too religious for me but whatever
it is what it is
summit - that’s the goal today
up the gray sand to the top
remember it’s not the altitude it’s the attitude
one misstep away from serious injury
falling into a washed out gully off the beaten path
and feeling beaten
or even overcome by death
winded and wobbling passed by a dog
scampering up the hill
wish I had his energy///he’s in better shape than I
heartbeat is more like a heart that’s beat
telling me “far enough”
the mile high thin air has got me
at least that’s what I tell myself
I could collapse and roll downhill
across the busy four-lane
into the emergency room of the hospital
conveniently located across the street
yelling at the poor security guard on the way in
as almost everyone does
my legs are as sturdy as wet paper
I won’t reach the summit - I saw the dog did
after sitting on a rock catching my elusive breath
I slink down to the truck
grab a coke and a filet-O-fish on the way home
longing for days when a younger man was wrapped around these bones
