inertia

so clear
the pathway is just one of those tunnels
in mountain laurel that is undoubtedly the trail you would take to the bottom
of the mountain to see the rapid river you can already hear.
Except, having gone down that trail,
I can remember too many instances in which I have become entangled in overgrowth,
roots or fear and have never made the entire trek.
This is so clear and so ominous.
Yet, somehow, this is one of the moments,
like when I was with Phil in the Meadows of Dan,
in which I know that I would make it to the bottom if I actually wanted it enough.
And this time I actually want it enough.
I will climb past the roots and the fallen logs, and well beyond my fears.