Aaltoe’s Blog

A small boy on a tricycle on Triuna
Peddling along a wooden passageway
Overlooking the lake
To the mountains beyond.
It led me to places
Outside my parents’ realm.
No longer was I “home.”
This linear connection
Allowed for safe adventure.
But for a small child some risk!
Propelling myself away from the comfort of family objects and people
With distant mountains and a vast body of water to the side
Bridging rubble and water below
Yet the passageway was reassuring
Containing the bric-a-brac of use
If not people engaged in some activity or another.
But most memorable
From those self-propelled adventures
Was solitude.
Within the seemingly endless passageway
Its tenuous claim on the structure to which it clung
In the vastness of the surrounding landscape.

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