The Far Himalayas
by Alice B. Clagett

They call it a 'social trail'
That means
      Before the Park Service
            got wind of it
      We hikers knew
            the San Fernando Valley
            trail to the Himalayas

 Here it is!
      Sparkling with dust
            lizard living
                  flower guzzling
                        up tilting tiding
                              of Then
                                        Here.       Now 

One third of the way up,
      A vintage sport car
            bit the dust     nose first
                  out of which
                        honey bees spew
                              aborted wonder

Move on, or else!

Twice again that far I found
      Faeries flock
            to my Hurrah

Faeries, as I recall,
      keep the Book of Song
            for humankind

If you want to meet one
      -- or most likely, many --
            Sing something new
                  Something no one's heard before

Then, when the mountain's climbed
      You'll be remembered
            as few are, anywhere
                  in a place so different
                        from that we tread

      it has no name
            but the name we give it
                  and the song
                        with which we shape it

ľa gift of love, May 9, 2017

photo by Alice B. Clagett

from "The Chalice and the Crucible"   Site home page: 2U3D

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