I Must Learn to Walk Again

Upon the climbing switchback path
Rising to the apt-named Goat Rock Trail
Listening to my heart's rhythmic math
Repetitiously inferring that life is frail

Yet resolved enough to keep its rapid beating
Over dirt and stone and gnarled grey root
Catching sight through trees of sunlight fleeting
I soldier upwards with plodding boot

Shedding barefoot I carefully climb to stand upon the boulder
Looking down from lofty bluff to somewhat face my fears
Yet soon enough we slide away and again my pack I shoulder
Gazing at this setting of the orange sun I feel in full my years

As I followed down into the placid dusk a thought came to me then:
If I do seek to truly love, I must learn to walk again