A Telluride Smile
The familiar adrenaline
rush comes through my veins.
Only this time, I’m
Stepping off the stage
at The Sheridan Opera House
in Telluride at a Writing Conference,
after reading The Lure of the Mountain King
to a theatre with a packed Audience.
I walk briskly from the dull lit theatre
into the bright Telluride
noon day sun.
It’s funny,
I have faced death
in the mountains,
at every turn of my
skis in a gnarly chute
in the Wasatch National
Forests of Utah.
Jumped into
Saudan’s Couloir,
Blackcomb, British Columbia,
catching an edge and fell
one thousand vertical feet
again destroying my bad right shoulder.
It was the most difficult thing,
I’ve ever done
stepping on that stage in Telluride
in front of
a sea of eager faces
and read my story.
I walk the main street
to a small park in town
my stomach churning
and watch the Hang Gliders
swoop down in controlled circles
at the box canyon wall
during the World Hang Gliding Championships
before performing a loop de loop
away from the wall
into a Death Spiral
to the landing field.
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