After a vigorous walk up the hill the steepest way
you’d expect, by normal standards, a celebratory
cup of tea; or coffee, if you’d not breeched quota
too easy to exceed: yet circumstantially you’re a
lot less belaboured than one would imagine; & if
itchy lantana scratches you’ll gladly see sprayed
to death don’t add anything relevant, it suggests
that you’re fitter than just maybe
That is the tenor of the day; the trial of blazing a
trail up the hill always gathers conspiratorial aid
from the doggy mates, they abet ideas of space,
& meeting unrestrained feral fauna coolly in the
place they live, being free to react naturally and
without undue prejudice in their own habitat
So if we needed to say its an ordinary breath of
freshness, then being unconstrained paves wry
ways of gladness; sure you tweak muscles pant
hard and sweat on sheerest bits of cliff-like path
with drops steep to impress, yet the top comes
elegantly as relief, and downward track is easy
© 16 April 2015, I. D. Carswell
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