I climb a high hill
Knotted with shrubs
Littered with leaves
Where grasses do not grow
And at its peak I catch a glimpse
Of a bright shore
And a sparkling ocean
And I make my way there
Feet bleeding
Tears streaming
But smiling
For it is in sight
I climb a high hill
Knotted with shrubs
Littered with leaves
Where grasses do not grow
And at its peak I catch a glimpse
Of a bright shore
And a sparkling ocean
And I make my way there
Feet bleeding
Tears streaming
But smiling
For it is in sight
Aloft go my dreams
Into skies of countless stars
Where heroes walk
And poets write
And explorers seek the horizon
There I find that purpose
So often hidden here
The sun sets
And I do not retire
Lying instead
Beneath the starlight
Wondering what tales the unnamed stars tell
Pining for their songs
Their histories
The untold moments of the lives of bodies unseen
And as I wonder
A star twinkles
Whispering
Of secrets
No one else has heard
I wish for slowness
For the flitting bolts
That are my thoughts
To ease
To follow winding lanes
To break at the switchbacks
Along the path
Up this mountain
The birds chirp and chitter
As the sun peeks out
And the wind blows brisk and wild
Bringing word of change to come
And the leaves and petals
Listen
As do I
Bright music is playing
Yet I cannot hear it
For my ears
Are turned
Toward thoughts that do not subside
Twirling shadows that infect the corners
Of my mind
I scrubbed clean my house
And the path to the door
And the stones by the path
And the flowers by the stones
And yet I wondered
Who I did it for
I have wondered
When I’ve wandered
What secrets I might miss
What unseen truths might hide behind
The trees and stones and rivers that I pass by
At the midway mark
I wondered to myself
Whether I ought to have taken another path
And then I recalled
That the branches of the path
Are infinite
The opportunities
Are countless
And the guardrails
Only in my mind
They say light
Acts differently when observed
So that by watching
Measuring
You have changed it
Your inaction
Is action