Rebeca Thomas

Zenith

As I rest here at the top of this mountain, the peak of this beautiful large rock, I sit and stare out in front of me in silence. I think about the road that it took me to get here. It’s like our lives. Sometimes it’s rocky with boulders in the way that you can walk around or climb over or you can sit and stay there for a while and wait until you’re stronger. Sometimes there are lush bushes at the side of the trail. Sometimes there are dead leaves that have fallen from the trees in autumn. Sometimes there is no trail at all and you have to make your own. It can be challenging but always an adventure. Sometimes you can hear the creek and its laughter gliding along its waterway. If you keep going up up up the mountain on that trail, sometimes it will be smooth and easy. Sometimes it will be hard to breathe because of the elevation. Sometimes there’s the scat in the road from horses or coyotes, but remember that decays and becomes part of the landscape just like our own bodies here on this planet. We will die and become part of the landscape, too. I can walk the road that you followed and take detours here and there, but I will sit at the peak of the mountain, look out, and find myself again in the sunset. I’ll remember who I once was as the rays come down on me. I will sit and wait for the starlight above to make wishes. I will hike here to this peak under the full blood moon and remember the taste of joy again.