Rocky Mountain High

by sustainabilitea
I wish I were in Boulder
on top of Lookout Mountain at night
      with the city spread out below
      and Denver in the distance,
      stoplights changing,
      headlight moving,
      but no noise…
      as if it were a gigantic toy
             running silently.

The cold, crisp air surrounding me
    canopying numberless stars
    the strong, solid mountains;
a cocoon of silence battening me from shocks
and an occasional plane silently twinkling its lights
    as it passes by
    on a mysterious journey from one someplace
    				to another.

One Comment to “Rocky Mountain High”

  1. beautiful imagery —
    and you deserve to be safe from shocks.

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