It is a cool and dark space

The top of the world

Not the light filled place

People dream of

Rather continuously overlapping

Shades of Grey, tricking

The undiscerning eye

Into a fog of illumination

Quite like heat In the Desert,

but for my Eye

These shades tell the story

Of lives after lives

The secrets whispered

The fears roared, the pain

Moaned and the Joy sung

From the top of the world

I navigate the calls

For help, the summons

for presence, the commands

to attention.

From these heights, I long

At times to descend

Join the chorus of Beauty

And Loss

Hold the extended hand

Caress the sobbing head

Move with the dancing bodies,

That I too, should be of this flesh

Know the taste of water

Photograph by Nick Zungoli