Saturday, February 18, 2017

Elevation in feet


From those dark mountain valleys etching destiny
like palm lines
We conjure up rain and ropes,
tethering our dreams to vibrant green acres of horizon
radiating our perspectives of
voluminous bubbling energies under
entropic skies
over there.

If only
we had more energy,
if only
more time...

We would make it up
and over and climb higher to see
what is
over the top,
finally.
The other side

is sleep.


Painting by Winslow Homer, In the mountains, 1877, in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

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