Gummy Bear in the Sawatch Range
There were infinite shades of green.
A few angelic-scented cascades.
A pair of brown birds sang to me.
I tossed a bit of chocolate on the pine needle carpet.
They pecked the pieces and quickly flew off.
Somewhat ungrateful-I thought.
Breaching the tree line, the apron was next.
Thick-necked marmots played alpine flutes.
With rough-and-tumble attitudes.
The pikas were shy and very difficult to find.
(furry headed stones against the talus gray sky).
After hiking a dozen switchbacks.
I came upon a crushed emerald pond.
Granite-lined and orchid-shaped.
Living off winter's froth.
I decided the pond
wouldn't be nameless after all.
I'll name it Noah.
I finally reached the pinnacle.
I was greeted by a shiny gummy bear.
At elevation, it looked like a yellow gem.
Another hiker boasted that he was the second-highest thing
in the lower forty-eight. (He was taller than me).
I was too fatigued to say anything.
The panorama was humbling/the air was pinkish and pure.
I was nearer to God than I'd ever been before.
I re-entered the forest, sipping a cherry soda.
That night I slept as if I were orphaned from death.
Dreaming of chocolate birds and giant yellow bears.
When I awoke, I was no longer the tallest of anything.
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