Shasta Hike

Even me

And poetry

Become

Uneasy

When we see

A free

Easy

Way to be

It’s a lot, to take in

To see

This tiny truth

That you and me

Each are who

We’re meant to be

So when I touch it

Now and then

It gives me chills

And, again

Invites me in

To sit, to stay

Is this the time,

The place, The Way?

.pete rezac