Mountain Climber's Sense Of Detachment
Up here, so much do we lose
In a mist.
Home life's relatableness.
All the while
What is left unrecognized:
Its roof's tile!
More for its good, this grateful.
Dissolved quite!
What, boulder- like, dragged behind
For care-weights
Had been, for mind's strain, til now;
From these heights.
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