I climb the trails to forget,
To forget my identity and lose myself,
And become part of the surroundings,
I absorb the salt of the waves,
My thoughts interrupted by cameras clicking,
I feel the rocks move beneath me as I step onto sturdier ground,
I find myself at Lands End in San Francisco,
On a day without fog clouding over the Golden Gate Bridge.
I watched a dog topple down the mountain,
Only to look ahead at the steep ascent,
Wondering what would have happened if the dog kept going,
Enough of the what ifs, I looked at my phone,
Always an easy distraction from the hike,
I see I’ve logged 7.5 miles for the day,
I feel alive and refreshed to be outside,
Instead of the dark room where my big computer screen resides.
When photos on Instagram, Facebook, and Twitter distract,
It can sometimes diminish the urge to put on my hiking shoes and explore the trails that line the bay,
It’s easy to forget there’s a whole world out there,
But it’s just as easy to forget that I am me,
And that I am insignificant as I am just a small speck on the mountain,
How’s that for perspective?
Then I stand by the edge and take a selfie,
And post the photos to tell the world that I have been here,
Marking my place,
One can only hope,
By taking photos and posting them online,
I feel I’m doing my part in sharing that experience,
By inspiring others to get up out of their pjs and away from their screens,
They learn to open their eyes and perhaps find their way there too,
And bask in all its delight.