thunder cracks, clouds shatter


Scamper of talons
Spasmodically searching
Head, eyes darting
Scurrying, hustling
To the popcorn
Offered magnanimously
By bench boy
Who wields this power of god
Controls his subjects
They dance for him
More come, involuntarily
The footpath clogs
With feathered activity
A foul sight to see
I must pass
Despite the park sign
I step on the grass


Rolling thunder to the south-south-west
As I roll out of bed
Icy spring water greets my face
And I awake
My steaming Nescafe
Draws a gang of flies
Who filter the valley yonder
Thunder cracks, clouds shatter
Water pours from heaven
Pitter-patter on the iron awning
The sky bids me good morning
Starts the day stretching, yawning
Rain turns quickly into hail
Rendering the mountain trails
Off limits today


Through the woods
Down the creek bed
‘Cross the valley
This vast expanse
Of grass and dock
Guarded on three sides
By mountaintop
Open to the skies
So open the trail signs
Disappear
There – there is the trail
Not up the gorge
But to the right
Upward climb, up, up, up
With no respite
At last, the ridge – hurray!
And there’s the lake!
Lacul Avrig
Shrouded in cloud
A thick grey veil
I wade in
A pretence
The water’s ice
Too cold to swim
Cloud cover descends, ascends
Time to go, cabin bound
The pups await

Personal obstacles: As it turns out, I’m intensely, overwhelmingly fearful of crossing running water courses.

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