Infinity Ridge

Standing here

Beneath the crusted winter air,

Looking at layer over layer

Of folded earth extending through the haze,

With trees like frosted fingers reaching

Toward the touch of pale blue sky,

And I, breathless on this zenith crease,

Find peace beyond the cold confines of time.

 

Mom and I did a little hiking last week in Shenandoah National Park (in Virginia). One of my favorite trails there takes you over some rocks to a 360-degree view near the top of a mountain. From there, it seemed like the mountain ridges around me went on endlessly, fading off into the hazy distance. That's where this poem came from.