It seems just when the road is smooth
The time comes to switchback.
Some switchbacks materialize from nowhere.
Some you may see far ahead in the distance.
Traveling opposite now, hanging on cliff’s edge,
Deadly alpine drops below, caste into beauty’s
Warm heartbeat.
When I die, let it be here, with grace o’er
Rolling meadows below me.
Where my corporal body flies free
Above Thee.
As wild elk hold still my soul
This moment,
Separating the me from the you.
Come now, friend,
Switchback with me.