14 Peaks

From the beginning

we shake hands with death

At first as a stranger

when caught in its net

 

And last as a friend

bearing gifts from beyond

A bridge for one crossing

past futures begone

 

While leaving behind

 the measure of fate

 Transcending tomorrow

  we unlock its gate

 

What’s last becomes first

closing open interred

a singular journey

—not shaken but stirred

 

(Watching 14 Peaks: December, 2021)

 

 

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