Haibun: Elevation
©2014, Olan L. Smith
We climbed the Middle Sister, a seemingly endless upward journey where the words level, downhill, and easy have no meaning. At the penultimate we rest, only one more stage to the summit remains. It is time to set up camp, swim nude in glacial waters, prepare food and sleep. A friend and I slip away to a ledge of pure obsidian and sit down to dangly our legs over the cliff. Below us is a sheer drop of over one thousand feet; it is very soothing for our souls.
Timberline has come
Frozen waters, and high times
Reveal nature’s peak.
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Haibun: Elevation
PoetryThis is my first attempt at writing a haibun that I chose to do after reading Seas' haibun. I have attacked a Youtube video to give you an idea of the climb involved. The Middle Sister is the peak that you will see at the last of the video, and is...
