In the morning dim, the lake is glass
at the trailhead
completely transparent
friends/families hiking, that's all
fools you into
a clear surface, clear waters, clear roles and goals
mere nature, a hike, an endeaver
a clear path, a deep lake, a cool morning.
Dawn, fiery, rusts the sky to life
like slapped skin
I look up
Feel breezes across craggy raw iron spines
a moth dances on ideas
I luciddream into the blue, blue, blue
sky
the current picks up, flicks its wrist
the moth flits a dance on
the wind
sparkles, glitter-mysteries on the lid of the lake
Translucent, the light tossed around
I don't want the moth to land
I can't see beneath the lid
There's more to it
Pika skitter up
preening their soft stuffed cheeks
whistling hare yips and screeches
somnolent thoughts, wispy and thinning
from attention and focus
to sounds and shapes.
and eventually words.
Hips, feet, quads awaken to a rhythm and progress.
Hours blow by.
Fully alert we reach the apex
where
the world sprawls before us
an unreal atmosphere
thin and vast and blue blue blue
2 ravens reach for one another, flip, fall, their talons miss locking
miss mating
miss
try again
to grasp, talon by talon and spin
but strive and soar just the same.
clarity aside
we're on top of the world right now.
at the trailhead
completely transparent
friends/families hiking, that's all
fools you into
a clear surface, clear waters, clear roles and goals
mere nature, a hike, an endeaver
a clear path, a deep lake, a cool morning.
Dawn, fiery, rusts the sky to life
like slapped skin
I look up
Feel breezes across craggy raw iron spines
a moth dances on ideas
I luciddream into the blue, blue, blue
sky
the current picks up, flicks its wrist
the moth flits a dance on
the wind
sparkles, glitter-mysteries on the lid of the lake
Translucent, the light tossed around
I don't want the moth to land
I can't see beneath the lid
There's more to it
Pika skitter up
preening their soft stuffed cheeks
whistling hare yips and screeches
somnolent thoughts, wispy and thinning
from attention and focus
to sounds and shapes.
and eventually words.
Hips, feet, quads awaken to a rhythm and progress.
Hours blow by.
Fully alert we reach the apex
where
the world sprawls before us
an unreal atmosphere
thin and vast and blue blue blue
2 ravens reach for one another, flip, fall, their talons miss locking
miss mating
miss
try again
to grasp, talon by talon and spin
but strive and soar just the same.
We sip our celebration from the top of the world and watch birds
How they seek to catch one anotherclarity aside
we're on top of the world right now.
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