Mt Whitney (Poem)
Mt Whitney (Poem) Darkness of summer stretched afar unstarry night, coldness biting hissing wind, fluttering leaves hikers with headlights, tapping spikes a wooden gate, a small trail awaits Is there a mountain behind the veil of darkness imagination and anxiety, prevail. Every step becomes harder every breath becomes dearer noise becomes silence trees become distant wind becomes friend struggle brews between mind and body body questions the forward move each time sprit says few steps to heaven, continue and then sunrise happens. Switchback after switchback ninety-nine of them, to climb only two thousand life is like that, one turn after another unknown becomes known then unknown keep making the turns, life beacons hours of slow march to the mountain top few minutes to watch the view that’s all I got I am alone in this vast painted view a dot, a dust, unknown traveler barren mountains emptiness surrounds climbing down, I lay my gratitude. few footmarks I may have left Mt. Whitn...