Hefted

Poem by Angela Arnold

to the scittery paths
down, up, slant-ways, in a heart race
that longs for height, for much
more than just ground underfoot

to the steep inclines,
declines, a rolling landscape of refusals
to stay, stuck – wanting
the sort of still that scrambles in search

to the never-quite destination;
the lingering on edges, the plunge, the jump
up: refuting abyss; hefted
to this familiar innerscape of silence

to the vision of real falling
off, altogether, when at last finding makes
those mountains of understanding
look like puddles, reflections, misinterpreted.

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