From Zhongnan to Tremper
Koya to Amicalola
Uncompahgre to Montesinho
and the Ouachitas in between,
pilgrims are carrying their offerings
into the mountains again.
Though a time of masks, shadows, and sorrows,
this Poet’s Dreaming Body climbed the escarpment tonight
and drank the wine of tomorrow.
Keep the faith, Friends of the Way.
Immortals are still observing
from a ridgeline in the clouds
and a great solar wind is gathering
that will fill all our sails.