journey

against a sea of cacophony
I climbed.
three kilometers measured end to end, approximately
63 baby elephant shaped clouds
each one exhaled
the exhausted formation evident
from how lungs would process the shape.

the trail, an ocean current
trenching through the tide
with all hell loose in its tow,
tried desperately to befriend me
with its villainess.

but look who I had on my side!
freely repaired chariot
blazoned with the dusted remains
of previously conquered goblins and trolls

slick armor.
slowly absorbing then wicking away sweat
the stench will act as a repellant
to those who dare attempt to disrobe me
of my protection.

and for one of the first times,
courage.
foreign, like logic
rabidly missing most days.
those blood vessels-
needing intense pumping- churning through
the epic battle front for a piece of my own mind.

the motivation worked
against the history books’ diatribes
about what we should learn is possible
I came through, for me.

peaking
the descent – an enriched disruption
of the old and tired and guaranteed
a pleasure cruise three kilometers long.
end to end, white elephants trampled
in a domino rally of repetition
bliss after glory after goodness.

I found a simple moment
that will live independent of my mind
as a pocketful of magic.