Upon my skull
The sun bears down
As heat drifts up
From dusty ground
I wonder
At the tenacity
Of living things
And marvel at the beauty
Death sometimes brings
I wonder
At the tenacity
Of living things
And marvel at the beauty
Death sometimes brings
I may think of friends
Who are far away
But always in my orbit
Always there
Even if not visible
In my daylight skies
But I try to live every day
As if it were a tread
On the staircase
Which would take me there
All I need
Is to open my eyes
Remembering
That by “eyes”
I mean heart
And then we rested
Ate and slept a little
Then rose
Rose up in the dark
And then we climbed
And climbed some more
Torches in our hands
Footfalls stiff
On granite cold
I assure
Their voices
Are heard
I speak for them
When they cannot
Speak for themselves
We approached the ziggurat
Towing over thirty feet of living space
Exiting
The Valley of the Gods
Switchbacks, gravel and steep grades
More than a thousand feet straight up
I wondered
At the wisdom of this drive
Then the thought
Each adventure ever had
Begins with
Just a little bit of faith
With their first step
Began their song
Which made the land
I stand upon