The way that it feels,
Feet congealing to rubber; through cotton,
It's as if I've forgotten this vehicle is naturally soleless
Nestling into this skin, blessed sanctity in motion
Knees bend then extend sending me airborne
And with this propulsion comes the expulsion of all other thought,
I become simply sensation;
The wind on my skin, the other side of the river bank rapidly approaching, the clarity of the freezing stream
Three or four feet beneath me
Upon impact black dirt indents an inch or two,
Pounding the ground with my limbs to distribute
the force
Scrambling through an obsticale course
dodging roots and shoots of new growth
Canopy cloaked in shadow
My eyes oscilate battling to keep pace
Peripherial vision falters
Against a maple branch my cheek is scraped
Outstreched arms embrace the picnic table top
Nearly wretching from lactic acid
For a moment forced to stop
The termite toppled hemlock is slick beneath my feet
Hopping to the hand rail
Running up the banister with ease
The wooden creak beneath my feet makes me feel at home
When I reach the peak as almost always I'm alone
The dune erodes below me as I laugh lauching myself quickly from the path
Scrambling high above the valley across a tree bridge thats at least 2-3 years old
Euphoria taking hold
Rotating my torso back and forth
Swiveling to the forest floor
Elated by this intercoarse with nature
sorry this is under constuction---------
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Submission Name: sanctuary
