And Breathe

We stand upon this earth as mere mortal men who endeavour
Onward to the darkness, hidden from the light. But,
sweet life, for just the chance: The chance to stand upon
A mountain and see a river flow, to stand within the river
and Feel the water flow. To stand upon that mountain with legs
Of Alaska in deepest winter and feel the breath of
Height upon my legs. To stand high above
The head or shoulder and breathe a different air
And feel again the beauty of life. To stand high and
Feel tall in the nature of what it is to be tall.
To stand above the shoulders of that mountain
And breathe. To take a walk along that path again; The path
Less breathed upon by nimble feet and know that
It made all the difference. To know and breathe again.