i sat atop a mountain and watched my spirit soar
my breath caught in the net of my throat
and the dance of a butterfly
held my tongue
and there was nothing to say except
wish you were here
and no camera
can take a photo as real
as my heart
pounding
or the taste of adrenaline in my
never-better peanut butter sandwich
or the way i couldn’t move
for fear my body would take wing
or the truth of never wanting
to come down
.
.
.
July 25th, 2016 at 9:53 am
Another great shot. Experiences like these seem to create unique personal responses. I enjoyed yours. Nice capture of the Great Range in the distance. Your composition skills, both literary and photographically, are excellent and artful.
July 25th, 2016 at 10:06 am
the truth of never wanting to come down. i can see you up there, soaring, smiling. if not this life, the next. xoxo
July 25th, 2016 at 1:27 pm
Oh my goodness. Amazing in every way.
July 27th, 2016 at 6:43 pm
Thank you for sharing this enviable emotional snapshot.
August 1st, 2016 at 7:30 pm
There is nothing in a photo that can duplicate what we feel. Nicely done.