Rain wheels off the great mountain,
spins in dervish gusts at canyon's
bouldered mouth, drawing me
upwards in this gnarled streambed
through stands of pungent juniper
and bushy poison sumac bent
by potent breezes. With a heavy
hunk of granite in my left hand
and this stout walking stick
in my right, I wander higher,
further into a moist aloneness
where edgy thoughts of a silent
cougar stalking and such joyous
exploring are dancing naked,
really whooping it up
to the wind's rhythm
in my soaking wet,
wild mind.
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