May – Green Mountain Falls, Colorado
To have two sets of eyes
As my hound does, inspired & curious
A split level pair of nostril binoculars
Fueling the bravery of shoveling snout first into a dark hole.
(Snort now, questions later)
The tenacity of dry, bare toe pads
Treading, pacing, clawing up a mountain pass
Huffing, panting, gasping
Seeking out that next pungent high.
A scene set in piney gradient
Swole thumbed and dry mouthed
Heaving my booted foot like a pack mule through prospectin’ trails
Listening, flicking my ears, tail swatting
through the swampy sweat at the back of my knees
Gummy pearls gathered at the cracks of my mouth
Plodding along, swole thumbed and dry mouthed
Haunches thick and aching
Shifting weight and trotting
For the fun of it.
Swole thumbed and dry mouthed.
Where does heartache go?
It will have been lost to me
Winding its ghostly arms through an ancient tomb
Until the summoning shiver delivers it back
Sour and weighted
A pickled feeling
Cousin to goosebumps
Stabbing and slithering, all at once
The retinal burn, Blinking
Appearing in blackness but retreating in light
So where does it go?
To the smoky foothills of childhood.