Lost and Found

Sunday, March 29th, 2015

Putting one foot in front of the other
for hours
and miles
a day, each day
is bound to lead somewhere.

I clop, clop across,
a wooden walking bridge
spanning the Minnehaha Creek
and discover
something I lost.

I can no longer do giant swings on a high bar
or flying summersaults
or even run any significant distance,
but I can train to walk up a 19,000 foot mountain
and feel the same satisfaction at the summit.


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