From mountaintop
to mountaintop
we embark on the path
of survival,
searching for the guru
who will grant us eternal arrival.
Instead, we scramble upwards
to enjoy the view
momentarily,
before we start in wondering
how the next summit's vista
could be better.
But time's face will slowly condense
into a single, fixed point
where contour lines grow infinite,
and we'll see our mountains
for the ring they've carved,
with an ego-sized crater
keeping the middle,
cradling all that we have sown.
So when I step
on my shadow's heels
and my feet shuffle off
the eroding ledge,
I hope I will wish
for dandelion wisps,
and nothing more,
to greet me in the valley.
5 comments:
Great way to spend a month, Sarah!
Mountaintops are good for a short time. Long enough to pick a direction then climb slowly down to the valley where humanity can live. I wish for your valley to always have a blush of color far beyond dandelion wisps.
"I hope I will wish
for dandelion wisps,
and nothing more,
to greet me in the valley."
That is beautiful. This is my favorite thus far.
Paul
Wendy, it was an interesting run. Thanks!
Mark, aw, I have a ton of color in my life. Thank you, my friend and own, personal mountain guru. :)
Likely this came out more melancholy than I intended.
Paul, yay! That makes me very happy, indeed. :)
Dandelion wisps always remind me of this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xButjfhZWVU
One of my favorite songs to listen to.
Yay, for the 30th! :)
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