Sensuous

10-4

I remember
I climb the
crest of the hill

and see the
graceful, youthful
curves of the ridge
right next

and beyond
the mature
more craggy
profile of
the defining
ridge

I look south
and see a tiny patch
of ocean
through a valley

and the sky above
light gray with
dark swathes
and daubs

and above
the usual image
of God, light
in the parting
of clouds

I take a moment

I think of lives
more fully lived
more beauty
more passion
than anything
I've experienced

I can't put this
into words

(I was back
on the ridge

I had climbed
first level and
looked where I
came from --
there were
trees I usually
think of in panoramic palisade
just seen as treetops)

Dog sniffs

I sniff too
(fresh, earthy)
sweet, youthful,
alluring

St Anne's lace?
(I test)
yes

(As I round
the bend I'm
lost in thought
forgetful

But in descent
I remember)

My day
What will I do

• exercise
• clean up a little
• surf the web for pictures beyond me
• hmm, some of my own pictures