High and Lonely Places

“Why drive?” he asks. “So far…”
A fair question.

I’m at home with solitude.

The high and lonely places
Call to me, speaking
At once of wanderlust,
And at the same time, home.

The sky, taller than my dreams or yearnings.
The clouds, making shapes 
Beyond human imagination.
The vistas, so far you can see
The curve of the earth.

In the mountain valleys
I hear the whispers of my ancestors
And my lover; where someday
My spirit may also roam

When, finally,
The shy Eternal
Turns to face me,
Removes her veil,
Smiles, and says:
“I have waited for you”.

June 2023