Stoic
Advice for circumnavigation
Leaves much to be desired
And little to the imagination

Such talk leaves me feeling uninspired
Subject only to objectification

And as we sat in the café on searing
Bright days my thoughts drift back
To the mountains

Those rubber claws failed in my
Descent from the heavens
A fall, staring and grasping for the
Surface as it slips away
Like any other day

The snow gentle pats my
Broken back I lie staring
Upward feeling peaceful but
Not safe

“Your check when you’re ready”
the quiet walk home
amongst all the leaves
is too quiet