Vision of a Mountaintop


Visions of a mountaintop (all hi & holy):
					Stuck up there
				       in the sky
	forming your carved niche amongst baby-sweet clouds
                       you		stand
		            alone & high & heavy

	 water fluxes down your centuries-old skin,
		sweat from your travels thru continental drift,
that slow pained movement that you make,
						dancing inches thru-out the years,
	your private ballet,
			tracing designs on virgin continents,
		molding earth where there was none,
				you give me a place to climb & feel elevated.

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Last revised: 8-01-01