The Rising Poem by Sojourner Kincaid Rolle

Second wind is a mysterious force - like second light.
- Galway Kinnell

At the rounding of each plateau,
insinuations of greatness
ennoble the bounding ascent.
Volumes of gentle air

without imposition, ripple the
ambiance.
Legions of lodge-pole pines,
evergreen, ever faithful,
lift their arms in perennial salute.

Rimming the majestic plane,
a coronet of mountains.
Above the high sierras,
the silence of light reigns.