Wind Cave
It's a quarter after five, I'm all alone
and I need you to make the coffee
third weekend in a row for hiking up to wind cave
the first week I got up early, showered, and applied my makeup
last week I got up and showered
this week I'm still alive but I'm barely breathin'
my *#~* alarm rings and I'm still dreamin'
we enter Usery Park as the sun peeks over the hill
two coyotes stand guard at the gate
this is their playground so we give them the right of way
the scene is breathtaking as we start the climb
small barrel cactus with bright orange buds
notorious cholla, the jumping kind;
be careful, watch your step...
don't let it stab you in the behind!
stately saguaro with arms
like warm-hearted people I know
placed along the path to give balance
and a pillar of strength with care
beads of perspiration glisten on my forehead
breathless 'good morning' greetings
to fellow hikers met on trail
reminding me, I want to talk like lovers do
my thighs begin to quiver
they seem to ask, how far to the peak?
Look! Victory Rock is stationed just ahead
like a commrade to cheer us on
friends of fitness share motivation and say,
I see the best inside your eyes
wind cave is anticlimactic, I suppose
for it is more like a dug-out
shaped by ancient storms, wind and rain
raining in my head like a tragedy
Reaching the top
is so exhilirating I won't have to ask,
why do I feel this party's over?
because I realize I've only just begun and
fitness is achieved by many little steps
a beautiful mind,
with positive thoughts is fed
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