Sunday, 18 April 2010


A narrow path drops and leaps

from here to there below

and down seems even steeper

in evening’s amber glow.

Whether to start from here – go down

or start from there – climb up?

We’ll get a ride to either one,

there is no time for both

but, look, those trees are reaching out

to fight for every scrap of sun

and cockerels crow around our feet;

soon, soon enough, a day is done.

Upward stirs our muscles, blood, our heart:

we choose ascent. It’s hopeful, honest, hard.

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