Trail Above the Clouds

by The Wild Voice

Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.

For twenty minutes the path climbs through white air. No valley, no destination, only boots finding the next stone. Then the cloud thins beneath us. Ridges rise like dark islands. A hawk crosses the distance without explaining scale. We do not conquer anything. We sit, drink water, and let the mountains remain larger than our arrival.
56 words · 12 lines · Free Verse
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