The yawning crater feels open and deep,
With an aching blue sky
Atop walls so steep.
We stand at the base and marvel at the size.
Nature’s destructive beauty
Laid bare before our eyes
My hiking boot blisters my heel as I run,
And my bare shoulders too
Blister in the sun
That’s beginning to sink
Toward the distant ocean
But still requires a reapplication of lotion.
At the summit we pause to eat our small meal,
And take pictures to show the exhilaration we feel
To our loved ones at home who won’t really care,
Except to comment on how the wind tousles our hair.
And soon, as we all must, we begin our descent,
And head homewards in jeeps full of bodily scent.
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