motion in poetry

guts in a knot
at the top of of the arc
the feeling isn't fear
wieghtless and free
it tells you to act
when it feels right
 your path is not chosen
but placed where the wheels roll

tension and traction
slow calm balance
steadily upward
towards the skys near shore
to slip and fly and be caught
gravitys lessons taught
with stone
and rope
and something like fear

feet searching
body twisting
arms in the air
dancing and thrashing
underbrush pulls and mud slopes push
the pack on your back
means home will be
where feet stop walking
and there will be
no fear there