Foggy Hiking

Here's an old poem of mine that I recently uncovered. Despite some awkward phrasings, it's fun and still reminds me of that day hiking through a foggy Pisgah State Forest:

The silence was deafening in the forest that day
When I walked along with nothing to say
Songs rang in my head with the greatest of ease
but meaning herself remained just a tease
I labored & sweat & drank like a fish
I watched & mused & perfected a wish -
Slogging though fog and walking through rain
Surprisingly alert and happily free of pain
I had never before looked without a view
but the shadowy distances spoke to me anew:
You’re trapped, too much, inside your own head
Away with your books - to the hills instead!