The Bird, The Bauer, the Bum

poetry hides amongst the grinder

of dirt and souls.

pitches off the ground

from a firm handshake,

to a blank, barely passable, face.

it hides in the dusty chalk,

and burning sweat filled eyes.

it hides in the elegance of

a dynamic leap of faith.

camelot uncovers

the hidden,

as the wild country calls us

ever higher.

the ancient bird, Mr. Bauer, and

the ski bum billionaires provide

the tools to find the hidden, the hidden path up the

north face of the mountain.

the italians providing helping hands and feet,

the swiss remind us that

time is of the essence.

every member taking turns

with the sharp end of the rope.

to go where others are afraid to venture.

to find the hidden gem

in the cold alpine snow