Being Lost and Found

I found relief in that altered moment,

when the arid, yellow course

caved, into greener woods.

I crushed the violent undergrowth

in a leap; to forbid silence,  

and grew fruition in zealous cheers.

In wonderment,

‘How, why, does my memory fade me?’

 I questioned.

I had led many through that crag,

planted seeds of incentive,

at broken ankles - twisted trials on trails.

But, alone that day,

momentarily untried, I stood:

in unknown knowledge,

(despite my many revisitations!)

of the transient wilderness,

Nature’s deceptive mischief.

In studied skill,

mastered over years of arduous treks,

I accepted the challenge, trudged forward still.

I lashed through weathered, wild cacti:

the snares of bewilderment,

 to find the rugged cliff’s end.

I peered not far down:

at the lush, re-learned knowledge

and rejoiced, in a mighty leap of celebration.

I bade that moment a proud farewell

and continued to seek pristine paths

laid to be grubbed;

relieved in new visions of confidence

but waiting to be tested again,

and yet again.

Rajashree Anand