Step Through The Path, Wildly, Tripping, Poem by Lorene Kinsey

Step through the path, wildly, tripping,
Through stones, sand, itchy weeds, shrubs.
Masked in my favorite veil of spider web,
begin to swat myself frantically
in hopes that I have not tangled the maker
in my messy hair, “ugh! ”

Keep pressing sneakers into the earth,
tipping my shoulders forward, pushing,
unwilling to turn back to the course known,
timing, awareness that I could make it back
before night blanketed the thick, mysterious air
preferring to chance finding my way in dark.

Could not bare to return to what I know,
Determined to reminisce, daring to chance,
fail, fear, live, anxious to feel alive again,
Eager to taste a dish not yet sampled
on my bored tongue, knowing I might spit,
still anxious to tempt myself with a try.

This is me these days, exerting to exhaustion,
Hoping to silence screaming thoughts through
discovery, danger, risk, adventure.
Biting my bottom lip looking off in the distance,
Touring worlds of sand, stone, prayer,
Desperate to explore the places in my mind’s scattered thoughts.