“Did you see the silversword blooming
Happens once every half century”
Distracted I had passed by
stuck in some mind-invented crevice
all about my imprisoned ego waiting
for more stabs from women I thought
I’d defeated back on other dust-caked trails
Instead here in the middle of windy Pacific
atop two-mile-high House of the Sun
comes this fellow hiker’s verbal eruption
shaking me to reverse course
across baking black cinders
to witness a battalion of phallic swords saluting
a crown bejeweled with uncountable purple flowers
One glorious hymn
In tribute
to this thin heavenly air
before its—and my—dying
Looking back from fifty years
pure bliss is finally to know
great and grand he-flower
sent a love note straight
into my now completely-pierced heart
Poem by Climbing Sun
Climbing Sun is a world and inner traveler, body-surfer, poet, teacher, engineer and building designer born and raised near Lake Erie. He taught poetry in California elementary and junior high schools for well over two decades and is the author of two chapbooks and a novel. He is published in several journals and is currently enduring a hyperactive retirement in Boca Raton, Florida which includes the design of energy-efficient structures on both the east and west coasts. His writings are an ongoing attempt to integrate the earthly, human, and spirit realms. He holds a Bachelor of Civil Engineering from the University of Florida and maintains a writing blog on his website: www.climbingsun.com.
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