Adventure

Take my hand and let us be away
to an adventure.  There, the path
through the shadows of elegant
cactus kings whose highest needle
spines scrape flecks of blue from
the soft morning sky.  Come, let
us be away.

When our friendly path vanishes
into scrubby bush and the earth
begins to rise toward the distant
summit, we shall stand at the base
of the ancient granite wall, shadowed
and solemn before the warming of the
April sun.  With arms raised and
hands open to receive, we shall ask
of the mountain an invitation and a
blessing, the sacred honor of climbing
through jagged ravines, over sun 
speckled boulders, among low drifting
wisps of cloud.

We shall laugh at the frolicking
Coatimundi and listen to the concert
of two Cactus Wrens filling the air
with brilliant notes of joyful welcome.
Here in this thin place of stunning
awareness, the summit above and the
quiet valley below touch and a door
opens to breathless wonder.

Come, take my hand and let us be
away to an adventure.