Valley-dwelling
has never been my thing -
I would miss the dizziness
of twirling upon a mountain top,
the white-starred giddiness
of the horizon spinning to a stop.


And so it comes again -
the seismic shift that disturbs
the tectonic plates of my life
- my vista into a whirling
exploding kaleidoscopic blur.

[The rush of adrenalin hurricane is near.]

So, companions
who will come with me?
Fear and Excitement
vie for supremacy
but Fear knows that here
we part company,
Cynicism you too cannot
come on this trip,
As for Worry and Regret,
this is where we split.
Finally, Love,
trembling nervously
glances cautiously.
I smile with outstretched hand.

Synchronised, we slip
into poised, well-practiced crouch,
sinews stretched
tensing the tautness of our limbs,
we are stealth
as we raise our heads
rapidly assessing
the changing terrain.

Uncoil and spring
feel the gravitational pull
kick in.

Soaring mid-air,
I mouth the words
(silently, so as not to worry)
“Thor, if you’re listening….”