It's a circuitous route we take

That passes the mountain

Looking up at formidable castles

Then heading up the back side

Until cresting the ridgeline.

Traverse until facing west

With unobstructed views

To the south and north

At ridge/plateau/peak

Overlooking city, bridge, headland, bay

With shelter from the storms

And shade from the sun

With fields frequented by deer

And pines, oaks and bays dotting the hillside

Above it all

An ancient God

Observing us at our tasks.

Seeing our true selves-

Our pride and selfishness

Our search for love

And dedication to others

In the family unit and sometimes without

And then the walker

Who we see on his own-

Resolute in kindness

And in silence communicating deeply.

A caring for society-

Hope for our progeny,

Gratitude for small epiphanies

And a soft kiss

For my beloved