I tip my hat
and waiver
a mile high
on a high mile
my legs
got to weak
to stand
while I stopped
to catch my breath
woke up on the ground
with a crowd
bringing water
and cold rags
for my head
I was just trying
to get some lunch
at the Tibet Cafe
and would up
needing help
and I guess
that is why I am here
in these blessed mountains
with it soft air
that makes you do nothing
but focus on your breath
and you breath deep
every couple of feet
knowing that it only
gets deeper
and you go inward
bringing down the walls
as you go
everyone is equal
and unequal
we are all strangers
in a strange land
their are whispers
of a movement
but are we just dancing.