Crags

It’s the winding up
in the magical and the
mysterious places
without quite knowing how

one got there that keeps us
travelling on towards
ever new arriving
and the kind of growing

that relaxes into
the not knowing and just
squeals with delight in the
hurtling down snowy crags

that are as much surprise
as the strategic steps
that brought you here whilst all
unknowing that there was

a strategy or will
be as you turn again
and climb the Crags from the
top of which whilst you

catch your breath and wipe tears
from windswept eyes you look
afresh – spellbound at the
city view – and your own

height and your own depth too

.

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