Reflections Flicker
Lost while hunting
actually while returning
to the warm car --
my mother and I hiked the road
up one rise, down the other
like our hopes as we topped the hill
and saw no car.
All summer I wore those boots
to break them in before October.
I wore shorts and T-shirts
with knee-high socks and stiff new boots.
Great for soccer, but slow for softball
and cold now as we trudge
perpetual consecutive rises
like driving up Colorado’s Pike’s Peak
as each switchback
appeared to disappear
into invisible sky into clouds into heaven.
Maybe not a bad destination
until we look down and see the car
pulled into a turn out
like a campfire flickering into night.