This poem is inspired by Langston Hughes “My People” which is an uplifting poem. I wanted to celebrate the excitement and joy of the variety of mountain experiences. Much as I loved scree running decades ago, it’s now actively discouraged because of the erosion caused.
Scree running is a new term for me. Upon looking it up, I am reminded of quote a once heard from modern artist Annie Coxey who described her work as "slipping and glimpsing" and said that instead of looking at her art directly, you should instead look as if you were slipping and glimpsing. I've tried it many a time, sometimes not on purpose, but what a thrill to discover joy in a place where your feet are not firm. Scree running must be like that. I think many of your poems are too. May memories of those scree moments in beautiful places fill your dream cup until it overflows.
Scree running is a new term for me. Upon looking it up, I am reminded of quote a once heard from modern artist Annie Coxey who described her work as "slipping and glimpsing" and said that instead of looking at her art directly, you should instead look as if you were slipping and glimpsing. I've tried it many a time, sometimes not on purpose, but what a thrill to discover joy in a place where your feet are not firm. Scree running must be like that. I think many of your poems are too. May memories of those scree moments in beautiful places fill your dream cup until it overflows.
Though I LOATH scree. Everything else about the mountains makes my heart sing. Walking in scree terrifies me!
Love this!