napowrimo day 8

by larapayne

Late-winter Hike

The ground deceives us.
Glacier left stone juts
beside leaf-drifts.
We take respite between snow
falls and begin to climb.

We four are the only humans
in view. As we descend
a wobbly feeling in the knees,
scrabble of foot against
rock and thin sticks. Quiet

engulf us, lichens bloom. Slick
edges of mud dark against ice
that climbs any stationery
thing. All of that rushing:

water and air, tree and stone,
and us. Reminded of our own
fragility, of how easily
we could be broken, in this space
bare of any softness.