skin
the corner of my eye
the edge
my foot
and yours
we walk
waving hands skyward
eyes braving the sun
picking at the clouds
we stride the walls of ancient straw and mud
have we yet to let the waterfall fall upon our bowed heads
the horse of mt olympus rears its hoof
sacred flutes haunt the space between the
pine fronds used for shelter at
11,000 feet
and then we freeze for
the winter
waiting
leather-the-man and his stony
warmth
gentle streamlet days, our dance upon the moon
everything begins again.
a shot peals through the air
gishi bian
8 december 2018
6:55 pm mst usa
john’s day – Isolation by John Lennon
Bob Young
“Consider it all Joy, my
brothers, when you
encounter various trials…”
James. 1:2