Summit

Summit I seek high mountains from beyond the sea, For I am goat­footed, sure footed, fleet.

I take mere crampons strapped upon my feet And toss them to the lee side of then highest peaks ­ Laughing.

I am Mallory of Everest and all who scale K2 And nothing, neither avalanche nor ice Will keep me from the spiritual heights.

I have my wings now and will soar so free That hawk and falcon will succumb to me.

Come and join me, be you friend of foe And we will to the greatest mountains go, Climbing without ropes or even fire, Pushed along by God's intense desire.

Carl Estrin