A Good Day for a Hike?
Getting lost in the desert proved easy for me no matter how much I studied the landscape on my way in. Getting lost on a beach hike, well, that was a new idea altogether. While on one of my solo trips to Point Bonita a few weeks back, I took a hike I’d always wanted to hike. It left me more than wanting.
Paths stretched out like fingers playing octaves
Waiting to play a tune with the choice I make
Following desire may end a journey too soon,
Traveling the quiet groove, treasures may be seen.
Forgetting to look up
Focused on my momentary track,
I miss the signs
I miss cues
I miss indications
Of more options I’d have
Paths stretched out like ocean waves
Apt to scoop me in
And snuggle me for lengths of time.
I’m not willing to give in
Commitment to a journey lasts for what it’s worth
So long as I command it.
So long as I demand it.
Letting go’s a tenacious lesson
A prevalent mandate
If I am to move along.
Completion falls to the curb.
After traveling waist high in scrub, up and down rivulets of trails smattered with bobcat scat, I began composing the following letter to the parks department.
Taking it Up with the Parks Department
Excuse me, sir, but did you know
There is no way out?
I’m speaking of hiking roads made here, so seemingly well laid down.
You say by this lovely map
I can travel miles and reach delicious spots.
Certainly you wish us pleasure in our jaunts,
Certainly you mean no harm
When some determined the paths be laid
With maps, arrows, notices too few and far between.
You see, I traveled far today but not as the eye can see.
My legs and feet traveled miles today but did not reach the goal.
I joined whatever trail I saw
Hoping it would lead me right,
But many times I found myself
Waist deep in brush and shrubs.
When finally I came upon
Unwelcome signs of large cats,
I quickly tromped over any plant
So long as I found home.
For water travels down these hills and makes some fancy roads.
I’m guessing they were not meant for feet and shoes and toes.
I hated cracking branches, I hated smushing plants,
I really just came out today to take a dreamt of hike.
Excuse me, sir, just want to say that not all’s right here now.
I hope you understand the need for what we may call signage.
I hope you’ll see necessity for the paths to all be widened.
I hope you’ll recognize that beacons
Will help everybody see.