The Moment I Reached the Ridge

Walking, climbing, grinding up
and I reach this little summit
but on the other side I find
the world.
And I am out of breath
and the wind howls against the whole of me
and I stand there shirtless
the sun's hands on my shoulders
its breath on the back of my neck
and I see a great sea of sepia and saffron.
My anthill, my home.
And these waves of rock
rush onto me and invade my soul.
Newborn wonder because I have never seen anything
so beautiful.
This reflected light touches the back of my eye for the very first time
and it hurts.
It hurts to be filled with such power.
The energy of the world has crawled into my feet and through my pores
and I am crying.
I am crying because of the beauty of the pain
of the energy that has invaded my infant soul.
I am so small
so small.
Love has never felt so palpable.
Happy is not the word to describe all the color that flows through my veins
with every single molecule of air that wips past my face as I stand there
atop my great anthill.