Piestewa Peak

I made it to the top of Piestewa Peak again via Summit No. 300

I sit at the intersection between Freedom and hear the cars echo from the highway

its 6am and the sun has made it to the sky

His plane surely leaves from Ireland

Sooner rather than later

What would he think of a message from me?

Would joy run across his face when he lands?

Would his family see it & ask who I am?

What would he think

What does he think of when he thinks of me?

Does he think of me?

Aren't there bigger problems than if a boy from college wants to see me?

but why does this consume me?

the wind blows through my hair on this morning hike

a man sits at the bench in front of me meditating

surely catching his breath as I

Why do we subject ourselves to this torture?

But to to see this skyline

and to fill our lungs with mountain air

xx, caro