Barometric Pressure

They said derisively that I would move to the mountains
(for my protection or theirs)

not realizing peaks are our species’ destiny
(for those evolving existentially).

We burst like a seed from the cracked sea floor,
maturing up the beach,

headed uptown to sleep, in top bunks,
in skyscrapers, above the covers…

…and Yes! up up through the mountains
to know what the Yogis know:

The atmosphere weighs us down.
My head is freer than my feet.

I’ve grown taller just with this telling
(as have you with reading).

Stand now. The air is light.
Every step counts.

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