I am tired of being angry with this world
of walking up mountains that landslide beneath my feet
dodging boulders that come tumbling across my path
I want to reach some sort of summit and stay there
hold my head up high to the sun and enjoy the view
happy in the knowledge I have found freedom
out hiking today
this trowel pointed the way
cementing my route
do younger flowers
turn into elder berries?
random hiking thought.