Sacred Wy’east

Days and days of drip and drizzle prepared me to catch my breath

walking out of doors into brilliant sunlight and a mild quiet

breeze across the cheeks,

I turned the corner and then as if to say, “if that was good, here’s more!” 

as I looked up trying to follow the rusty hinge sound, sure enough, there

they were;

The V heading north this time, in the palest of blue skies.

 everything pulsing with life.

Yet again a hundred more steps to the hill’s edge brought

stunner of all,

Western sun striking east snow stunned catch your breath again mountain,

India, Nepal and Tibet are full of sacred mountains, and wise people 

who worship in their shadows,

If I fell on my knees here on the sidewalk, forehead to ground

 what neighbor would find it unsurprising?