Hiking Otay Mountain

i slipped the day-pack off
my sturdy shoulders,

and, smiling with the day,
lay flat on my back
on a small soft patch

of green on a steep
boulder strewn hillside
far above

the slender seductive
gorge beckoning
below.

i gazed up as in an easy
dream, the clouds

grazed lazily across
great fields of sky

and i offered my puny self
to the wondrous
silent moment

and the tantalizing promise
of rain, a scent of
wetness in the wings,

nourishing and
freeing for
all that is

or will be

on this
amazing
earth.