this is how I look as I set out in the morning. AHHHH!
I had a dream—
in my dreaming mind I heard someone call me a strange psychedelic flower.
my ex husband and I were riding a gondola over an ethereal blue sea,
I held out mushrooms in my palm, shrivled and dried and full of power, stained blue.
he smiled, indicating to me he already had some….
we hike into a cloud.
sentinal dome is barely 8000ft, 4000ft above the Yosemite valley (which was sunny and warm when we departed) but still I think of jon krakauer on Everest as the storm hits.
white clouds swirl past quick as smoke, cold as snow–
my favorite heart-bursting-mind-scrambling-question-asking vistas are obscured,
but I can see my beloved falls and domes peeking as clouds fly past.
thunder drums all around us in the cold cotton candy sky.
the wind threatens my hat, I swing up with instinctive speed to grab it, just as that same gale nearly topples my balance as I over-correct; I feel as though i’m going to tumble off the cliff and I loose my breath…
i’m whooping and hollering because i’m so excited—
keeping near my kids who’s eyes are bright and faces alert,