the summit

i never want to lose my sense of wonder
about the earth breaking the blue asunder
towering boulders commanding the high skies
vastness beyond clouds or even mind’s eye

can’t help but see all the etched sleeping faces
primeval mass set against human likeness
endless waves of red cedars blanket their skin
pine beetles shaving patches around their chins

emerging, morphing over millions of years
the landscape’s resolute permanence is clear
my eyes may glimmer in the lake’s reflection
but they’re a drop in nature’s intersections