The Peak

Up the mountain's track I went
To find my way to home.
The peak, it stands seductive,
Makes my heart throb and beat.
The triangle of its slope -
A diagram of being.
Draws against gravity
Lingering on heights supreme - 
No more ways to climb.

Before death digs your grave
And puts you low in soil,
Go up the rocks, go up the
Crags, sit above the clouds,
And watch the sunset
On the Eve of your dying there -

Your bones will unburied lie
Upon the summit of the sky.

Featured image: ‘Sir Donald Peak in the Selkirk Mountains, Canadian Pacific,’ by Thomas Hill (1890), image in the public domain.

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