Taking In Gradients

We walk – taking in gradients
& trip hazards – efforts steam
from our mouths [as if drawn

from auld engine rooms] – As
we press our course is scored
into constant location history

in a hum of silos – I slipped on
black ice a year ago – cracked
on tarmac – my fall caught by

my device & reported to all – I
supped a metallic taste in my
throat as my skull throbbed &

alarms pulsed on my ‘phone –
a foolish man without upright
stuff a less given – sticks my

props avoided at all costs – let
me walk without explanation
[routes will be kept by Apple]