Mishe Mokwa Morning

(A Poem From Yesterday’s Outing in the Santa Monica Mountains National Recreation Area.)

Grey and hazy

My view obscured

Yet, climb I must


Higher, still higher

Until only a

Few cubits remain


Finally Sol’s rays

Warmth instead of

Mist on my cheeks


An igneous summit

Called Sandstone Peak

Along Boney Ridge


Azure above me

A carpet of clouds

At my feet

Sandstone Peak 20200701 - edited

Beneath and unseen

From which I came

A placid sea


Many miles remain

A scamper, a jog

On a path uneven


There is exultation

In running wild

With aging limbs


To Ruth. A gift for her birthday.