View from the Top

View from the Top

I’ve put you a hill…

More like a mountain.

I’ve surrounded you with gardens and light

That in the distance shimmering…

Compel me to climb.

I climb this woman-made incline

This pedestal

Fueled by the hope…

Of one day reaching you


And yet,

The closer I get

The more I see

The more I realize

Each garden a mirage

Created by my love, so determined to find a place

To plant and grow


I reach you

Atop my own personal Mt. Olympus

And you stand

And I stand

And I, no longer craning my neck,

Trying to distinguish your glory from the clouds…

Realize that sometimes

Mountains are really hills

And hills are really plains…

And the view is not always the best

From the top.