Ain't no valley low enough

"These mountains seem to be made to keep

us humble, " you mumble when we take

the path to the idle top. The sun in the sky

is like a contended Austrian farmer. The alps

are like sumptuous naked bodies. What can

happen to us? The backpacks are filled with

bread and milk. We read the directions on

the wooden signs. 'Begehen auf eigene Gefahr.

Nur für geübte und trittsichere Wanderer.'

Our shadows fit seamlessly into the edges

of the rocks. To be on the move. So we assess

practically. Should one expect more of life?