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
