Smoke the Mountain Air

Rising above the valley

where mist and whispers meet

came morning songs 

an evening’s prayer

of falls and gullies deep.

 

and that is how I rose

bare chested and teary eyed

yawning in the early sun

not yet founds it’s bite.

 

an inhale deep

a stretch that’s long

bare foot on field and dew

my hut lays hidden 

old Reg and me

no more, no less, no few

 

a lonesome

happy

pair

this is how I’ve lived for days and years

just to smoke the mountain air.