REAR VISION

Story I posted on steveroni

3 years ago. I decided this is my 

message for January 2014. 

The story is true. Are not most?

CHANCE MEETING?

There sat old man, 

sun-cracked face 

sitting on huge rock

higher up than lower mountains. 

With clouds below so beautifully formed, 

I asked if he'd take my photo. 

He agreed as I held out my camera. 

So I was thinking

...better not do this.

He was ready to focus, 

when arms and shoulders 

began shaking 

in near-violent manner. 

I grabbed for my camera,

but the look on his face 

told me to hold back, 

allow him to snap a picture.

He did.

He smiled.

I smiled.

Each looked into other's eyes 

as tears fell upon high land. 

We both again smiled, shook hands,

exchanged blessings, 

whispered our "good-bys". 

He has a happy, as do I. 

Tonight, asking

"Have I been friendly today...

to whoever needed a friend?" 

I wonder about the man 

who was so far 

from any sign of human life, 

on top very high mountain.

Remembering its thinness, 

air (sigh) sweet-smelling.

Like jasmine. 

I had rested long enough! 

Sorry

I climbed so high...

...Or AM I ?

--steveroni

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