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Climbing up
The rugged slope
I follow a rope of mountain creek a map has never found

Cold rapid pulse
I hold from its succulent wrist

Cup my thirst
To the empty canteen of my hands

Sip to lips

My body vibrating against the loose blue canopy
Overhead
Heart pounding
Out of breath

I slip
From the beating sun
To a cloak of Alpine Spruce

Lean to the shaft of those feathered flung spears
Burrowed heads
From an ancient ambush
Stuck
Into the mountainside

I slump
In their mint shade

Arms wrapped best I can
Around 700 years of growth

The Buddhists say
Detach
But perhaps

They’d forgive my weakness
(And maybe this is why and when
Jesus was baptized and split from Buddhism as well)

For believing we are in a beauty of here and now

And oh God my God
My wife and children re-born
At the foot of these hills
Laboring along the same silvery path

Calling out like lost Caribou calves

I am here I am here
I echo back

As I tear like breeze
In the angled needles of these trees

I am certain all have souls
Living forever and ever and ever and ever.

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