Over
We go up
climb
for that splash, of cold water
we go alone, or with boy or girl,
with old friends trailing,
or, following
after
supposed hero
on mounds of experience
we find moles, burgeoning
with hidden insight
ugly, but operable
and think! if only we could
get to that holy door, atop
that clear
insurmountable, Sinai, the
definitively comprehensible...
The Simple guides
to the rolling foot,
of the ultimate
country club
Then
we'd change places with God
...disregarding, the Almighty
looks through, not down,
nor over...
All,
and we tumble, at every phase
headlong, by passion
with pail and list
for things, and glory,
hoping the broken crown
at the bottom
is genuine
and worth it
like Love
of quest and fill
Bucket in fist
up that knoll
we press
to find ourselves
in splash of cold, compress
as we tumble and roll
spill and fall, and
rise, older, to climb
again
in search of the well,
and the hill
which we believe
we are getting on
or over...
08.16.2024
This is the hill... challenge @Mariah