Atop Boney Mountain
we hiked
watching
the sun set
Blue sky
sun lowering
down
to the sea
We notice
fingers of thick
white, white fog
moving in from the sea
Making its way
up, up, up
ever higher
engulfing everything
Above it all
blue sky
sun descending
into fog
Eerie, yet beautiful
strange dense fog
immersing everything
and we, above it all
Our lives
from that day
would be
what we would make of them
Dense fog
of grievances
lost and missing
each other
Or above the fog
into absolute sunlit joy
knowing its always there
for our choosing
Looking back fifty years later
clarity on Boney Mountain
appreciation for our world
a Presence all around us