This must be Heaven

I’ve been sitting on this rock watching the Sun wage a war of balance, a war that has been going on for millions of years.
Everyday, it perches on the tip of that mountain, resting from the climb it must make, just to clear it.
I can only imagine the shock it must have felt as it came upon it, so unaware of tectonic plates and all the other mundane goings on down there, hell, it’s the Sun!
It is all powerful, without it, nothing happens
that’s worth mentioning.
So, there it was on that long ago day, halfway across this Earthen continent, almost to its favorite part, that huge expanse of water where it can conjure up storms or cool off a bit, even admire itself from the reflection when KAPOW!, there before it is this mountain it has to climb that wasn’t there yesterday.
I believe that Leap Year exists because the Sun just stopped and stared at this obstacle and threw off its punctual timing.
I have no idea how long I’ve been sitting here watching this. 13,000 feet does that to you.
From up here, one can look down upon that smoggy,
crowded, dirty world where everything is a crisis.
It empowers you, clearing the mind of all that stress, it has to for the thin mountain air can never sustain it.
Your lungs burn with a “Hurts so Good” feeling as the impurities of man boil out to be replaced with Natures Truth.
Up here, E=MC squared means nothing, prepositional
phrases and dangling participles are just big words that could describe a Buck when a Doe is in season.
Every thought feels like a revelation and they flood my mind.
I am eager to dream because up here on top of the world,dreams are so much bigger.
There just isn’t enough room down there for such big dreams.
I have sat here on this very rock 2 times before in my life.
Once, as a kid, wondering if gold was inside and if it was, how could I break it apart, it’s as big as a bus!
In my early 20’s, I brought my Bride up here in a brand new 1983 Chevy pick-up.
We discovered together why altitude and alcohol combine to make a cheap date.
After 3 beers and youthful lust, brought on from a Rocky Mountain high, I found myself entangled with the girl of my dreams, trying our best to break apart this same gold filled rock of my youth, and now, from pure coincidence, unplanned happenstance, I find myself, once again, in my prelude to oldness, sitting upon this gold filled rock of my youth.
I am much wiser now and my appreciation for this moment. this place, is so different from what I experienced back then, yet, it is just as sweet.
In fact, it is important, it is truly a defining moment.
There is no gold filled dreams or youthful lust pulling me in any direction.

No, I am surrounded with awe inspiring beauty, and my thoughts are of a girl from my past that I never once spoke to, yet one day she past by me as if she was walking on a cloud.
A soft, gentle breeze washed over me carrying a faint and sweet, yet never to be forgotten smell as her wake washed over me.
There is no denying her beauty but that is not what makes her beautiful.
She has a superior to most intellect, and she wields it with an unassuming, non intimidating fashion but that is not what makes her beautiful.
She stands on her own two feet and somehow manages to keep away the evils and pressures brought to bear upon the children as to rob them of sweet, precious childhood.
She carries this load unwavering until at night when she covers her head with blankets so no one will see, and through her tears, she knows that tomorrow she will rise and face whatever may come, but that is not what makes her beautiful.
She would appreciate this place, and as I sit upon the gold filled rock of my youth, my thoughts make me smile, and my dreams are of this beautiful Woman and the look in her precious, loving eyes as she watches as only a Mother could, her son climbing on this gold filled rock while wondering just how he can break it apart, and the way they sit together, watching the Sun as it rests on top of that mountain before falling off to continue its journey, all of this, as seen through a poets eyes…

is what makes her beautiful.