Chinese Dragon Hike
High above the roaring Green River,
we trek like a Chinese dragon
with twenty-five sets of feet,
along the weaving trail.
At the top of a ridge,
a March breeze cools our sweat.
The scent of pine drifts rich
upon the twist of our hiking line.
Through bare trees,
winter views bring sentinel mountains
close to our steady-stepping dragon.
And all day the sky: cerulean, luminous!
Hours of crackling parade
later, our dragon,
footsore and surfeited,
concludes its winding steps.
Slowly we waft apart,
our dragon disconnecting
into separate entities again,
each of us, deeply content.
©Susa Silvermarie 2016
