Slow Ascent

SLOW ASCENT

And grown enamored with the ripples of 

            the firmament,

                                    the fractured images of

mountaintops where morning's breaking

            on the peaks,

                                    you'll likely pass a pilgrim

face-down in a puddle—cold, dissatisfied,

            and clearly not

                                    at the heavens advertised. 

Take note and offer him a hand, a map,

            then keep on

                                    trudging up, up, & ever up.