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