Reason #5 for Hiking the Pacific Crest Trail

Having smelled

a great number of motel
and hotel pools
chlorine became a staple
of my youth,
so now,
to balance the equation
like higher education
I will indulge
the scent
of natures stream.

Reason #6 for Hiking the Pacific Crest Trail.

I
waste

too much
time

so
it’s time

I let
time

waste
me.

Reason #7 for Hiking the Pacific Crest Trail

I’ve never seen a waterfall.

Well, I have, just nothing memorable.

I’ve never walked through desert.

Well, I have, but that was a Vegas vacation.

I’ve never seen a bear.

Well, I have, but that was on Nat-Geo.

I’ve never seen you smile,
like when you’re in the wild.

And that is reason enough.

Reason #8 of Hiking for the Pacific Crest Trail

The lease is up.

The bed is broke.

The plan is made.

The bills are over paid.

It’s time.

 

 

 

Reason #10 for Hiking the Pacific Crest Trail.

My mind is made up.

Things are much easier, now

that my mind is made up.

Life is good.

Driving

through

the falling

Louisiana

Texas

Arizona

skies

and life

right now

is larger

than any

self

delusion

brought on

by sorrowful

routine,

life

right now

is good.

 

Ourselves as liars.

Imagine

there are two sides to every story,

sometimes three, four,

most times there are twelve.

It depends,

on who we are, who we’ve been

and who we’re trying to be,

like auditioning for a role.

And it’s easy to say,

that you never tell a lie,

or that I’m always wrong.

If I were to believe that,

if you, are so able to believe that

then, clearly

somebodies a liar.

Little things.

Some days

it feels

like

nobody cares

and then

out of nowhere

a

friend

gifts you

a space pen,

and, “yes Jerry,”

it writes upside down.

Life awake.

Dream,

nobody is stopping

you

from dreaming,

just

remember

who

to blame

when

the dream dies

and

life

goes on,

like it always does.

Vital Weeds.

When you start to look

into other people’s lives

you start to see

whose lives are worth

looking into, and sort of

weed out those

you dabbled in, that turned out

to be nothing more

than forgettable,

nothing more than

vital weeds.