“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.