The sky, the other ocean,
Summits, stone waves, sea of peaks,
Cloud machines, flying water, drops,
We blend in.
Cutting tracks, tracing lines, walking miles, scrambling up.
I shed skin.
Many skins.
Each breath takes me to new breadth
I am blending.
Breathing the landscape in,
And out.
Taming it, feeling it, earning it
Silence speaks: stillness is moving forward in wilderness.
Leafs murmur, dead tree trunks squeak their memories,
The grass runs wild in the wind.
I can drink the air before me, it tastes green and blue.
Atop a peak, I take a peak
and there I met Peter Pan.
