Sunday a.m. at Transition Camp

Written on the trail in the wilderness therapy program I worked for in the Utah desert.

People without issues—
Do they really exist?

I’m so grateful for this sun

Self-imposed limitations
I hold myself back

I just heard the wind under a crow’s flapping wings

Whiosh whiosh whiosh whiosh whiosh whiosh whiosh

Lies I tell myself
Then I believe them

It’s kind of funny how my student

is pacing around the rocks of his personal circle,
stepping carefully
on their

uneven surfaces

I am an uneven surface
I step carefully around my issues

Squawk squawk squawk squawk squawk

Get real.
It’s liberating.

The sun’s behind a cloud

I’m colder

Reality can be cold

My heart?
I'm warming

April Murdock
10.8.06