At the Pinnacle
Feet clamber the heights
Each pair of varied cadence
Eyes are on another’s feet.
Scaling the stairway
I focus on every step
Dead set on my arrival.
At the pinnacle
An old man sits on a throne –
He saw me and heaved his last.
Standing at the top
I feel old and the world turns -
Down, others enjoy the climb.
From the mountaintop
The waters rush to the ground
Seeping through bedrocks and plants.
Having reached the peak
I'll keep on the life cycle -
Seeking for the lower ground.
9.28.14
Copyright © Hija De La Luna | Year Posted 2014
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