#hike
Wet like walking behind the waterfall at the end of December.
Whistling pines singing their mountain tune.
Looked across the valley and saw hills silver cloaked with hundreds of tiny streams. Path was a river.
Today I kissed a cloud; made the wind jealous. Had to battle it down the mountain.
Wet feet and cold hands, defeated we retreated. Turned the car to a sauna.
Had slow cooked leg of lamb. Delicious.
Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 6:08 PM UTC
On a bright sunny day,
Walking by the seaside,
I met someone intriguing,
With a long grey beard,
Hiking on the high rocks,
Happy like a little child.
We nodded at each other,
As we navigated our ways,
He had a red and black stick,
The kind that we might think,
Seems somehow a bit much,
As it would not really help,
If the bees suddenly decided
To storm for my sweet snacks
I realized how foolish it sounded,
But I smiled on the way back.
It felt strange, like I met myself,
A few years further, as if destiny
Glitched and gave away its cards.
I hope I'll keep my dreaming ojitos,
And that sheepish, clumsy smile,
As the waves wave and the sun sets.
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 1:51 PM UTC
The peak just vague in clouds, yet
fails to tame hikers' wild hearts.
On the fragment of petrifaction, I
saw my own beauty reflected.
Amidst the dusty wind, I
heard my inner voice echoed.
Footprints on shortcuts transform treads to tracks
“Hi!”
Golden gale tore the still moss
Yet shallowed the brown might
“Thank you!”
Stamps lull taken steps into gone
“Cheers!”
Sheer lines
“You’re close!”
Grey clouds settled on the peak
For no up-looking eyes to glance
“Hi!”
As if the small has always been the great.
On mountains edge sun shines grace,
without looking back a wild rabbit ran away.
Greetings connecting the towering mights
adorned the mountain with resounding sights
that transcended the “Hi!”s
Not upon
Sep 27, 2025
Sep 27, 2025 at 2:49 AM UTC
Bandits in the night
Rumbling through pedestrian leftovers
Fluffy tails and primed noses
Hallucinations of a well-meaning friend
Scurrying across the trails
Gone like a ghost
Jump against the walls.
Like no one’s watching
Enjoying the embrace of friendship
Apr 2, 2025
Apr 2, 2025 at 11:14 AM UTC
From A to B
Cold, crisp and sunny
A perfect day
For a hike for us three
A winding path
Obstructions the dog doesn't mind
But us older folks
We had to circumvent
Some tricky climbs
We feel good
Our senses survived
Jan 30, 2021
Jan 30, 2021 at 8:22 PM UTC
jack and the bat went on a hike
they walked and walked till the nuisance spiked
it’s seemed kinda strange to see a bat walking
it doesn't really matter, as they both were just talking
what in the world could they be talking about
I'm sure it doesn't matter, at least I have doubt
as long as they talk, and talk while they walk
and don't cause trouble as everyone else squawks
there is too much squawking, in the steps of today's life
we are all very different, so put away that old knife
jack and the bat exist only in my mind
if you see something here we must be aligned....
Brian Hill- 2020 # 276
Oct 7, 2020
Oct 7, 2020 at 9:53 AM UTC
Wind throws itself through my clothes,
tossing my hair and cooling the sweat of the climb
from my burning, beating body.
I am here. I am where I need to be -
high above the crowds and the clouds,
alone and utterly free.
There is much to see
but little to do,
and earthly troubles melt away
amidst these towering peaks.
It is mine, I declare.
But no, only in the mountains
do you finally realize
that nothing belongs to you.
Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 8:01 PM UTC
Exiting a vehicle of fading black
Looking about
But not looking back
Eagerly setting out
With a pack in back
Only but a few miles to the real start
This day, starting at the very bottom
River of black rock and a strip of yellow paint
Below eager feet
Trekking up, not stopping for the heat
To the left, tall hill of dry brush and crumbling rock
To the right, a great rocky edge
Overlooking a grand sight
Of distant hills and the city
People ahead, talking of the journey
Laughing and prancing about
Soon I'm passing them,
Getting ahead
Eventually stopping to see the view
Only to hear a distant shout;
A name, called in the wind
Time to turn around?
Leave before it has truly begun?
Sad, indeed it is,
For it was with great disappointment
And great sadness
That lay deep in my chest
As we dragged down the hill
Maybe another day to complete the rest
But oh, this day is not that day.
- Jay M
June 28th, 2020
Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 10:46 PM UTC
His body’s lying in the river,
It drifts and bears him onward to the
Life after this life; its limbs are stiffened
And swollen because of water saturating
This vessel; the night is young though
Stars are already a-gleaming in the ocean
Of the Darkness above his way; but they
Are indifferent to our sins and miseries
And atonements; for star-rovers are
Higher than we are; they are hitchhiking
The interstellar interstates; complaining
Of high density of the meteors and
Garbage from earth; maybe he’ll join them
For he has nothing to go to no more nor
That he had one you know but now at
Least he’s provided with a choice to roam
The sky or to be drowned and be a
Plummet and anchor of the progress
Dec 24, 2019
Dec 24, 2019 at 12:56 AM UTC
Shared Experience
We hike the mountain together
My neighbour and I
We reach the final peak
The view is wonderful
We both feel raptures
And stand close and hold
Kissing and falling as one
Making love up high
Shared experience alone here
Twenty miles from our city
Which glitters on the horizon
Full of fake people
Oh how good you feel dear
I’ve always wanted you
Now you’re mine and I’m yours
We *** together
In no way clichéd
From here we hear the sirens
As the Red Chinese bombs fall
Our beginning or end?
Oct 6, 2019
Oct 6, 2019 at 4:24 PM UTC
When I look up
I see from the
Roof of the autumn forest
A heart shaped clearing
Exposing the Dippers
Shinning bright like
Diamonds
Aug 18, 2019
Aug 18, 2019 at 12:47 PM UTC
As we go on our journey
We Crawl
Walk
Run
Race
Swim
Hike
Bike
Through what we call life
There are things we must do
There are things we must avoid
There are things we must finish
When we arrive here we have no clue
As we get there we will learn
We will
Make Mistakes
Fall in love
Get a job
Lose a job
Find a mate
Learn what it takes
Get older
And then it's over....
Have some fun while doing all of this
Brian Hill - 2019 # 192
Aug 1, 2019
Aug 1, 2019 at 9:09 AM UTC
In the museum and
looked at humans bathing
in fresh streams and open
fields
***** bottles on display and
butterflies on display
the evening turned to gold
I was mesmerized by
my own footsteps
their constant motion
the leaves,
plants and bugs left
an orchestra of singing sounds
my feet enveloped by
the mud, pulling me in
to stay
swimming in these deep waters
I say
“This
is the most peaceful experience
I’ve ever had”
In the wetness and
quietness,
a heron flies by, a symbol of
wisdom
“Really?”
swimming backwards where the fish
jump out and spring with delight
“I wouldn’t say it if I
didn’t mean it”.
the smile I will never forget
speaking about having
a house on the water
and bathing in streams,
just like the museums
Eye contact
Takes hold
A coming of age
Bittersweetness overtakes
me.
We spoke of how
the pine trees there
were
so far away from
home
Yet, we both
felt the
same way.
Getting lost in the darkness
after a cool swim in the
river,
You put a flashlight on
The overwhelming sunset had
passed,
and overcoming our confusion,
We watched the bats
with their tricks in the air,
daintily gliding and
searching for
small insects.
I remember my faint
Breaths, climactic
Walking and breathing through the
twigs and leaves
“it would be exciting to glide like
that”.
I watch the dance
of four bats,
celebrating our bodies as
intricate lures for
small bugs
small vampires
nip my skin,
unknowing of the
romantic, short
symbiotic relationship
the walk back to my
vehicle is isolated and
cold,
wishing I was
swimming in those cool waters
once again
Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 4:00 AM UTC
I will escape to the hills and mountains when I can
My escape every Sunday if I could do so
I’d do this forever if I was immortal
Spending my time on the high ground
Climbing the hills and looking into the valleys
Slowly venturing into caves and the abyss
Collecting rocks and minerals from the ground
Finding old lost aeroplane crashes and their stories
Swimming in cool clear mountain pools
It simply cannot be better than this
If it was possible I’d climb every mountain
On every planet in the ******* galaxy
If only it was possible...
May 18, 2019
May 18, 2019 at 7:45 AM UTC
It all takes place on the mountains where the yellow sun
Meets the sky blue sky in a joining of colour without cliche
The trees look airbrushed on a canvas stolen from water colour
That sky hints and hides so many things both visible and not
Moonshine stills secretly simmer under the generous leafy canopy
A broken-into-pieces warplane sits by the ridge right at the top
Inside a small cave little people party and count their gold
Human hikers brave the heights and risks to hike for a day or two
Wild animals like wolf and bear live without fear up here
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 1:32 PM UTC
To run through the grasses, grasses of tall blades of purple and emerald.
Splendid views from the final steps.
With weeks passing, each step guiding me to the final destination, time blurred.
So much monotony bring the worst out
in weak-willed men.
A hike of millions of inches.
A backpack full, practically dragging my shoulders to the ground,
Always eliciting shouts of impending scoliosis.
Yet after three days, the bag blended in with the air.
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 3:30 PM UTC
Before
My feet are big
And growing ever bigger.
Large, wide,
And filling every shoe.
They stick out from me
Making flats look ridiculous.
They are like life rafts,
Falling to the side like pillows
When encountering resistance.
After
My feet are long
And growing ever stronger.
Supportive, storied,
And deserving special care.
When pointed, they are elegant,
Skeletal and muscular, even when in heels.
They are like canoes,
Chiseled and carved with love,
Gliding forward with intention.
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 3:24 AM UTC
I've woken up in the middle of the night.
I never got around to closing the blinds.
The only sounds are that of my still, sleepy breath,
the near silent roll of tires on the snowy street.
We were hot on our hike,
So we stopped by a spring.
After soaking our feet for a moment, you lay down to rest.
You're asleep now.
The hot sun warming my back,
The water nipping and chilling my feet,
The occasional splash of a from in the shallow pools,
And the steady, pulsing wing breathing fresh life into my lungs.
Ducking underwater when I'm the only one in the pool.
A quiet, turquoise haven.
There's no splashing,
Yelling,
Clinking toys;
Nothing but the sound of my own heartbeat in my ears.
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 11:21 AM UTC
It's as if we're climbing
over mountains,
except by some cruel trick
we trek along the fault line
rather than across
and as we crest each painful saddle
there is no choice
but to slide back down the other side,
blistered, limping, starved,
and carrying too much weight,
hoping the next peak
will be the last.
Except,
it's nothing like climbing mountains,
for at least in the mountains
I can breathe.
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 2:39 AM UTC
I never really get tired
of long walks nor mountain hikes
But I needed to stop
every once in a while
to catch my breath
and eat pies
When I stop
it doesn't mean I'm done
this is when I get ready
to pack and run
stroll up by myself anywhere
looking for a mystery
wandering to find
a hidden gem
wondering if you'll follow me
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 4:34 PM UTC
Losing vision on the mountain, sun begins to set
Find us standing at the summit, shaped by silhouette
Search for answers in the wild, or find inner peace
Let what you know begin to flow, spiritual release
As worries numb, answers will come, time is only now
Succumb to senses, drop defenses, find oneself somehow
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 12:18 PM UTC
Yeah, we aren't exactly the most athletic of people
But we did make it up that one hill that's claimed to be a mountain
Yeah, we arrived at what we thought was the top until we saw that there was more
But that only drove us further up
Yesterday atop the sunset colored land the valleys made the world feel that much bigger
Returning home made the world feel so much smaller
Even though I myself live on a hill with a view of the smog above the highway
That moment atop the hills didn't make me feel at one with the world
I didn't even feel at one with myself
I only felt amazed
Confounded
Perplexed
Mesmerized
But you know that didn't beat the look in your eyes
Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 4:12 AM UTC
aloe vera
of kingdom
lay within
her burn
the deep
south that
enhance freedom
with catholic
favor now
Big Sur
of my
roundabout squire
heretofore impeccable
that fourth-order
shall measure
this assurance
of pardon
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 8:08 AM UTC