I sat at high point

atop a mountain high,

stared out at the distance and beyond

beyond what I could see.

I felt small and unimportant

a grain of dust

yet I did not feel alone

I was inside full of peace.

High away from troubles

at a distance from the world below

almost resented

that soon I would leave

head home.

A bird soared overhead

calling out aloud

I waved back he tipped his wings

I smiled as if it were real

am I wanting to believe

or running away.

Am I where Alce went

and found a Wonderland escape,

or am I out there in another world

high amid the hills,

on a world that is so peaceful

it is all a dream,

for way down there the humans live

with lines drawn inbetween.

Thank you Mountain for sharing your time

better than medication

this being on high,

better than living

down there below,

yet you have helped me

to not let go.