Transit on edges

is a showdown within,

with terrifying steps

the second you begin

 

With evolving conditions

comes a hiker’s choice,

of following signs

or that inner voice

 

Markers on maps

may attract you off track,

if they plant mistrust

where paths double back

 

Hearing those notions

in stampedes of tension

determines the grade

of linear ascension

 

What’s rough the way up

is less in decline,

with climb thinning wonder

and mystery run dry

 

The excursion is glory

in lessons exposed,

gleaming with clarity

as confidence grows

 

Back at the bottom

arrival is relief,

inspired by the road,

flush with belief