
Then—
I thought the mountain
was something to climb.

Now—
I sit and let it
enter my breathing.
What changed?
A few decades of work
tire tracks on my clothes,
children grown.
Call it life
if you need a word.
— kenne

Then—
I thought the mountain
was something to climb.

Now—
I sit and let it
enter my breathing.
What changed?
A few decades of work
tire tracks on my clothes,
children grown.
Call it life
if you need a word.
— kenne
Posted February 24, 2026 by kenneturner in Existential Moment, Information, Life
Tagged with Existential Moment, Life, Now, Photo-Artistry, Photography, Poetry, Then, Tucson Arizona