Peaking Introspection

In college, I used to think the view
of the Appalachians exquisite:
quilted in color
during the autumn months;
nakedly embracing a white coat
in winter.

Our campus
was cradled in those tops
where I'd sit
cross-legged beneath branches,
cocooned in wood.
Sometimes with blossoms
sticking in my hair,
sometimes ice.

I toiled over
where to place my passions,
back when I could
sip coffee slow,
but I have seen
the Rockies
and found the breadth
from my summit
a bit weathered.

Now I am too far
east to be cradled,
perched atop zafu,
looking for poise
in pose.

I am laboring in the fine print,
playing within
bookshelves of my own stock,
and building for myself
an uncharted climb.



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