Sport 42: 2014
The right equipment
The right equipment
The cicadas sound exactly like his electric razor
and the tree trunks’ squeak is our garden gate’s.
The birds are children crying and the pebbles
could fill our cat’s litter tray. In this way
I own the place and am no longer impressed or
afraid. The sublime is for those who can afford
to feel safe—in their tramping boots, under packs
stuffed with layers of clothing and ‘emergency’
food, sunglasses, medication; things one might want
now. With the right equipment the cliffs across
the bay could be beautiful. I am not on holiday.