The Only Home is Colorado

mountain views bring peace
 better than a city day
 our summer freedom
 camping in nature:
 reminder of what matters–
 family connections
 weekend getaway:
 my moose, their antlers, our love
 better than the beach

Call to Prayer

it isn’t church,
 but a Sunday morning sunshine ride–
 a line of bikes glistening in waning summer heat,
 with shout-outs as loud as a preacher who
 calls his parishioners to God:
 Bike up!
 Bike back!
 Gravel on the path!
 Car up!

 the words trickle down the line,
 heated breaths repeating them
 so loud that even prairie dogs
 stand at attention to hear.
 and we wrap ourselves
 in blue-sky calorie burning
 led by a fast-paced 78-year-old man,
 just as forgiving for our
 missed turns and flat tires
 as the best of His missionaries.

Find the Fleeting Light

scaling these cliff walls
 feels easier than your words
 of guilt and judgment

 yet, rivers sparkle;
 ancients thrived here, not survived
 (just like you and me)

 too much to take in–
 the beauty of history,
 of sights still unseen,

 of children’s faces
 as youth clings as fleetingly
 as the setting sun

 we are captive here
 in these soft moments of light
 (help me preserve them)

Eighteen Years as Us

Numbers for our weekend: Bruce turned 39, our marriage turned 18, we hiked 25 miles, gained 4520 feet in elevation, endured 100 or more stream crossings, 4 thunderstorms, 50 fallen trees, and carried 80 pounds of food, equipment, and water. We reached our limit halfway through yesterday, but marriage is continuous–we chose the loop trail just like we chose each other 18 years ago. And we’ll keep hiking, helping each other cross streams, build shelters, cook meals, and climb mountains, till the last limit of our lives. Happy anniversary!

Backpacker’s Dream/Dilemma

we strike the trail late
 met by an abundant blue
 (clouds can keep secrets)

lunch is disruptedĀ 
 by stream-crossing detours
 (till we see our fault)

then comes rain and pain
 realizing we were tricked
 (the trail is longer)

camp set up quickly
 dinner wolfed, shoes soaked by grass
 (thunder moving in)
 hours in the tent
 thinking, how could it, why now?
 (tests of our marriage)

but the bag is warm
 and we have love and shelter
 (all a marriage needs)