The details are lost entangled
in places of granite and
water so vivid then
We four receded from being a group and
stretched along the trail after descending
from the high altitude pass
Perhaps, it was calorie depletion
or oxygen depletion or
too many Ovid stories
Call it ecstasy, euphoria,
elation, or what not
I belonged at that moment
to that moment
My neurons can still summon up the glow.
I love this poem. The way it builds is surprising. I love how there’s humour here in parts. I particularly love
“We four receded from being a group and
stretched along the trail after descending
from the high altitude pass
Perhaps, it was calorie depletion
or oxygen depletion or
too many Ovid stories “