Top of a hill

Once I Climbed a Hill

Monday, September 26, 2022

Once I climbed a hill 

And looked down with triumph at what I had done.

I saw sands stretched long in the heat 

A silver city beneath my feet

So I raised my hand to the sun


I saw my pinky blot out the great Golden Gate 

And my thumb, flatten downtown's heights

But I felt no power

No sweet satisfaction as a tower 

No sense of being a giant with might


Instead in me there rose 


A creeping, gnawing overwhelm with it all


As I lost all my pretense

And found a discomforting acceptance

Of feeling very, very,