Summits

It all depends how closely, you see
    boulder or crumb
    dinosaur or bird
    early or alone

Peer down from our warm
    tech dungeons
Sol drenches our past
    in sparkling light
and powdered shade

Descend to terra firma
reuniting with our now
to find scratches in the mud
    just where the tulip ought
    to grow

It all depends how truly, you know
    Seasons and Moon
    breathe absolutely
    resolutely
and Sparrow tends unquestioning
    her mastery
while wrapped in dye and acrylic we
    press pause repeatedly
    to gain entrance to a
    wonderland of ruse
    happily bathed neon distraction

Then once in a while blinking
we climb the Hill
    ribbons of pathway rubbed smooth
    by countless journeys before
drenched in pain but girded by that
    sweet scent of tender young pine
    emerging upon the Vista

distant cities shrouded in mist
    far beneath 
    crowns of the vast range