I was on a paved
path winding quietly
on a Sunday afternoon.
as a silent decision
led me towards a ledge
The mud was soft
and I could
detect no sign
of footprints
recently
It seemed I was unique
and the end of sight at the peak
was like me
sliding up
Children love the rush to the bottom
adults are changed
by a rush to the top
And as I summited
Expecting photographic glory revealed to me was
a highway underneath
Cars and trucks
sitting people moving
like they have a place to be
