Up here
there are not many tree tops taller than us.
The world below is but a speck -
untouchable,
and the quiet that the wind whispers
in our ears,
to the ancient within us,
cannot be replicated.
This granite perch
(stacked and sloped by ages far beyond our tiny years)
shares heights with hawks and eagles
and calls one to look out,
past civilization
and jagged peaks where no one can live.
Up here
a rich, blue sky blankets us
with a clarity
that the land below must envy.
Up here
there is time to reason with ourselves -
the natural world calls,
this perch is only one of many to explore.
Other magnificent heights await.


10/2/07

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