Oldie #2: Close Encounters of the Bear Kind

Our bear wasn’t this cute, or this small, or waving at us….
Every now and then I wake up in a cold sweat remembering this day. 

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Imagery Exercise

Catching my own breath
Chasing it down winding halls
An elusive sprite


Sinking to new lows
Blocks tied to tender ankles
Chafed from submission


Climbing to grand heights
Achieving an inner peace
In rarified air

Scaling Walls

a ladder might have made climbing easier, but ladders are for wussies.

so i backed up and took a run at the wall, jumping up to hang my fingers on the lip.

scrabbling feet searched for a hold, catching a fractured brick just right only to have

pieces of mortar crumble into rubble beneath my feet.

dropping down i crouched, defeated by the scale.

by now a crowd had gathered egging me on
“try!” “you can do it!” some cheered; others jeered.

renewed determination coursed through my brain trickling down to trembling limbs.

once again i made the run, leaping with all my might.

chin knocked wobbly, i fell back in the dust, chest heaving, eyes watering.

a wee face peeked over from the other side. “can i give you a hand lady?”

“sure, child,” i said, taking his hand and stepping over the barrier.

  

Scaling Walls

discouraging heights
intimidate most climbers
except those lovelorn.
  

all those tangled hearts
drawn to assail reaches lost
without hope’s reward.

  

no rope, nor pulleys
may be enlisted for cause,
spurring hopelessness.