Sax on the Summit

Our spirits linked some 7,000 feet,
the edge of the world,
nature’s mountain of harmony.

A safety railing
stood as a reminder
of society’s rules,

of laws that had
carved this land
and sold its beauty.

Without hesitation,
over the rail he went,
saxophone in hand,

heart on lips.
When music poured forth
and filled my core with courage,

I followed his journey
to experience how this summit
once looked untouched.

The wind hit my face anew,
crisp and pure as a winter stream.
I saw the mist on the hills,

a white veil over waves of trees
and wildlife too exotic for
my limited mind to picture.

And the sun.
My goodness, the sun…
An orange ball perched

on the horizon
as if it were a surreal star
from worlds beyond,

somehow looking both unfamiliar
and magnificent in a shared moment.
How could I have not known about

this beauty before?
What railings have I hidden behind?
What rules have I blindly followed?

The man with the sax has no answers,
only music of the soul,
“Somewhere Over the Rainbow.”


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Poem and photo (c) 2013 by Vincent Lowry