Montagne

In the distance, I see him coming,
My peak still shrouded in mist,
Early morning winds dance
Through my lonely switchbacks.

Paths blazed by wanderers,
On a journey to discover a life
Of more than just getting by.
They come for many reasons.

After all this time,
I’m rarely surprised.
Few pause to ask for permission
To take in my vantage point.

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Poem continued in Out of the Valley, Into the Light Volume I