backpacking

The heavy weight
Is an escape
To a slowed down pace
To a present place.

Switchbacks teaching
What the peaks are preaching:
There is no hurry
There is no need to scurry

A cleanse, a rewind
A chance to again find
That sense of you
Refreshed to something new

The perfume of pine and sap
As you read the earth as a map
Shaking aspen whisper of coming rain
Air growing sweeter with elevation gain

The wind’s soft hymn
Echoes the light growing dim
The amber bleeding through trees
As the sun descends to distant seas

Silence survives here
Where time is neither far nor near
As you fall asleep beneath a star ceiling
Hoping at home you can remember this feeling

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