Thoughts and Poems are the Same Thing

Sunrise from Cascade Mountain

Together we climbed,

mountain upon mountain. 

Together we summitted, 

peak upon peak.

And when we reached

the end of the tree line, 

the sky crashed down above us.

Bald faced rocks 

boldly met our feet.

The wind roared,

ferociously lifting us upward.

It pushed me and I screamed,

but it stole away my voice.

"It's okay to scream, 

the wind carries it away.

It whips all your worries 

into another day."

Together we waited,

minute upon minute.

Together we watched,

cloud upon cloud. 

And then she arose, 

that pink ball of light,

blazing down upon us. 

Shivering hikers

stared upward with us.

My fingers went numb,

but I couldn't feel them anyway.

I was too focused on the sun,

and the emptiness of the wind.

"The wind is like a vacuum,

sucking my breath away.

I can't breathe as I stare at the sunrise, 

which tells me I have lived to see another day."