MOUNTAIN MOON

In dark hours before dawn you travel alone
the steep slow winding mountain road.

At your first resting place,
a full moon slides into the west
as, behind the waking mountain,
the sun unfolds a new day from the east.

With no map of forethought imaginings,
with only the open desire of surrender
to how the day will tell its tales,
you hold the steady precious gift of timeless time.

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