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Pondering a Panacea

Setting her lamp down cautiously
she makes her way to the center of
a bridge created from the giant
roots of seemingly prehistoric
trees designed as if gone rampant

looking at the sunlight spilling
out between a mountainous crevice
life calmly emulating complacency
speaking to her words in the distance
she but a fragment in time incredulous

hanging onto a cord of smaller roots
while mossy thyme and lichen provide
soft green carpet for feet so as not
to catch on peeling bark reminiscent
of reptilian skin shedding memories

she ponders the plethora of anomalies
called the “outside world” wondering
if ever there will come to exist a panacea
come to rectify the horrors she perceives
as real but in her world only a fallacy

© April 2012 Renee Espriu

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Falling

She remembers the
feeling of
falling
falling
falling
down a thousand
feet to the
creek below

The creek bed lie
swirling
swiftly
moving
in the rainy
 windy
afternoon

She could see the
pebbles
smooth
glass
reflections
greeting

Then the bridge
swinging
stilled
silencing
her fears

She trembled as
hanging on
she saw him
waiting

The other side
beckoning she
moved forward

She no longer
was falling

© February 2012
Renee Espriu

Years ago now I went on a hiking trip with some friends and my teenage son. The foot bridge across the stream below was closed so we climbed to the top to another way across, a swinging bridge with rope for hand holds and wooden slats that were not very close to one another.  When we arrived it began raining and the wind was strong. My son went straight across but I remained glued to the spot. I don’t do well with heights and I’ve never again went across another swinging bridge. There was only room for one person at a time to walk. Quite an experience.