Unseen is the second of three exploring the same feeling
People Over Politics, World Over Wealth!
Mountain Kingdom ~ Philip Brent Harris
I stand high upon the mountaintop.
My dark, uncertain path obscured.
Until a sharp, chill wind rises, cuts,
shreds my fog-shrouded mind, self;
reveals bright stars, the Milky Way.
It limns my way through darkness.
Familiar yet unknown, a revelation.
Unsuspected peaks tower above me
The last mist vanishes, mere dreams.
Solitude, silence, contained, replete.
Slow, my painstaking ascent begins.
Earth clutches my feet, betrays me.
My eyes roam, stop, high horizons.
I stumble, scramble on scree, rocks,
finding a trail near the mount’s edge.
A precipice entreats me to take flight.
I turn and inch along a narrow ledge.
Earth, space, time blend till melded.
Déjà vu; I’ve been here before now,
ere this day, this night, or this being.
My self lives, seeking always seeking.
Distant storm clouds return, race away.
A flash of sun reflects a distant summit
then disappears, hidden, obscured, lost,
occulted by darkness; dawn brings sight.
The perpetual rise, daily transit, in faith.
Light and warmth embodied, in concert.
Consort, companion, friend and enemy
The very essence of life, both inchoate
and consummated, which we worship.
We’re rotating, ever changing, growing.
Circumspect, afraid to avoid final denial.
Embrace life, abjure death, with no exit.
Clinging fallacies, fantasies cannot help.
I await my sunset, urging time to cease.
Expected each morning as day awakens,
redrawing the atlas of where I have been.
Marking routes I’ll follow, scenic vistas.
My past, future ceded to mists, unknown.
To ascend a steeper mountain, yet unseen