Lost and found

Mount Bigelow.
My feet are sloshing in my boots
wet
soaked
soggy

My hands are cut
scratched
blistered
bruised

My brain is a knot
worried
confused
unsure

My lips are chapped
dry
burned
cracked

I slump into a camp chair
cool evening breeze
a robin song
a river song
nighthawks overhead

What is all the anxiety about?
Why all the worry?

I breathe deep and relax
for the first time all day
in a world just a minute ago
I was lost in.