The hike to the waterfall
multiplied
my fear of falling by
my fear of passing out from exhaustion.
The hills climbed like
terra cotta slices of cheesecake
cut for giants. To the south, hoodoos ringed
like wedding cake, encrusted with
shimmering slices of Anjou Pear.
“She’s better at hiking
than she used to be,” Mike said.
“She made it further
than I expected,” Leilani said.
“She didn’t stop;
she’s right behind us,” said Celine.
I missed
my dogs. I missed
the way they would tug at the leash to
propel me toward good smells. I missed
the way they would tug behind when they felt
something looked dangerous or difficult.
Dwarfed by the stone cliffs, I felt
like a gnat
at the Marin Farmers’ Market. The sky and stone
weighed heavy on my soul.
My mind clawed at
purple seas armed with
chisels slashing at the landscape.
This is an example created for a writing activity about the word "Beyond."