We’ve risen high enough
To where we see
The pines bear fruit.
Our wonder with the rocks’ solid edge;
Driven in rhythm
as some ancient writing;
Joins us
- by now a band of poets -
In joyous solidarity.
The peaks
Emerge without reservation,
Treasuring with freedom
The sky’s embrace;
A stone blade crosses through the clouds!
We submerge through the tunnels
- otherwise empty caves -
And arise to the giant peace
Of countless designs that are this mountainous jewels,
As if we were deep in the darkness of the ocean floor
& had come up for a fresh breath.
