At Kilimanjaro

Adisa, the traveler, awoke
In the curl of the tent
Gasping at a steaming dawn
All civilization in chorus around
Great lumbering gentle creatures
And some of them fierce and bold
Vast plains, grasses, pines, cedars
All fragrant, earthy, & longing for rain
Adisa was named ‘the lucid one’
Yet only now did life seem focused
As if only in this place and Time
He was opening his eyes to see
As Time stood him still as a mountain
He sensed his journey was just beginning


©2015 S. Michaels
Along Silk Roads

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