Sherpa Dreams

July 11, 2022

Cliff edge narrows, steps in place

danger looming strong

Height above me terror laced

searching right from wrong

Summit beckons, flag to place

and leave my name among

Flocks of pilgrims reaching grace

—to finally belong

(The New Room: July, 2022)

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