Mount Evans, Colorado
There is a spirit in the upper air
That does not travel to the earth below,
But frequents mountain tops, and dwells alone.
Those who venture here have been aware
For years of something palpable, although
Invisible. It lingers in the zone
Above the trees, where visitors are rare
And even in high summer there is snow
Along the slopes, and ice upon the stone.
I do not believe that it would care
If all the world had perished long ago,
So long as it could call these peaks its own.
from Wilderness (2000)
