Hiking is Never Alone Wandering lonely roads in infinite beauty connected only to nature and the moment. Spontaneous hikes down winding corridors laden with heavy rocks and gentle pebbles, leading me onward towards oceans of love, as the mind tells me to go backwards, my heart pushes me forward, slowly, bravely, beyond what would have scared me before, and into life's sweet rewards that come with chances, as I descend into new hikes and new heights, recalling echoes of psalms that comfort.
This is a throwback poem from a previously published book. I’ll be posting throwbacks every Wednesday.
I was out hiking along the Pacific coast near Mt. Tam sometime in spring 2015 while listening to a musical rendition of Psalm 23, and these words came to me as I descended a trail.
Look Ma! No Hands!
Look Ma! No Hands! is D.L. Lang's fourth poetry book, containing old poetry from old papers once forgotten, and new poems from a surge of inspiration. This 150 page poetry collection is part fantasy, part autobiography, part prayer book, part honoring my inner child, part Jewish, part hippie, part Oklahoma, part California.