When entering the Gorge, leave behind all preconceptions. Let yourself be carried off on a stream of consciousness that tickles the heavens as readily as it grinds down stone.

Making Up For Time Lost

He greets the pain

like the foe one seeks

to sharpen one’s resolve

And the pain

turns into the fuel he needs

to move on

And his loss

although tragic, assumes purpose



etching its place on his

life’s reel

His head lighter

His eyes brighter

Eager to make the most of what

life has dealt him

He engages every problem

with patience

A tempered resource

He hurts and he despairs

Regroups, resumes, and approaches

one issue after another

step by step

bit by bit

making up for time lost – and good

progress – with eyes on

the task at hand

one move at a time

one foot in front

of the other

biting hard into the moment

that follows

and the next

and the next

pulling himself up

with every waking breath

making the moments count

~ THE MOMENTS COUNT (work in progress)

PS – The above was put together from discarded text, from the short story Crawling King Snake, reimagined into poetry.

Nothing goes to waste.

The writing continues..