I am at one with a God
I don’t believe in or at least
it feels that way
the mountain wind rushing
around my hot ears
soothes my mammoth
temper
I am sitting on the Rock
a cliff of sorts
surrounded by sky
dusty blue and
alive
the hills below
drenched in firs
noisy campers nearby
leave me alone
but here solitude
is welcome
for once
these are not Heidi’s Alps
I just happen to be here
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