A walk in the hills

to clear your soul

is a fine idea

until your imagination

catches up.

Is that rattle a cricket or

or snake?

Are those tracks made by pet

or preying cat?

Is that bug harmless

or a parasitic tic?

Is that a fellow hiker

or a delusional, territorial danger?

Have I walked four miles

or one?

Am I findable if I fall

or a statistic waiting to happen?

Oh, the joys of

clearing my soul

with a set of new worries.

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