lucid travels

I love every damn step
of this journey.

Back when it was so cold
I thought my feet would freeze to the ground
and I just wanted to sleep...

I held the adventure close.

Blistered steps,
I love even those...

Back when I roasted my toes
on hot coals
and then realized no one was forcing me
to walk right there,
anywhere...

that the suffering was all mine
by design...

I stepped back into the soft grass

and eventually came to a tightrope.

Realized I am only walking
in an inner world I build
in front of me.

Realized my own eyes
tell me the weather, the way,
and what danger or joy it's time to traverse,
when to skip,
tiptoe
or climb -

when I realized that,
and it was tightrope time,
I sliced my end of the rope,
made sure a good knot was tied,

sat on the cliff with a sure grip,
slid off the edge
and held on tight -

I let go just right to send myself flying
in my own sky.