yosemite
ah, we envied them for their fresh legs.
we, in our atrophying bodies, sighed deep,
laborious sighs, scrambled and huffed
up the trail, up the mountain--
we sacrificed our day and bodies for this--
this hike and this park, a euphemism
for strenuous activity: yosemite.
but these fresh legs, the multitude of them,
mercilessly passed us, beat us to the top,
robbed us of our stature and seniority.
for we woke up in the early dark of morning,
feeling entitled to a sunrise glory,
only to be met by the youth of others,
and, more importantly, the twilight of our own--
we believed we were the main actors
in this universe but now no longer so.
sadly, we have been churned over
while wild beauty with its large, granite rocks
and stiff trees and vermouth rivers
and lungs full of fresh air keep onward.
eternity to them is but an incontrovertible
description, and we, in our own pursuits of grandeur,
still tirelessly ask--
6.22.09
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