What I always wonder
in a place like this
is how many people
have walked this ridge
before, over how many
centuries and what
have they thought
looking down, across,
overhead into the trees,
towards each other?
What, that is different
from my crowded thoughts
right now?
Where are you, earth?

Someday, I will find
a fresh ridge,
virgin to human foot,
and my thoughts
will surprise you,
being discoveries
dug up from deep
inside your own flesh.
We will learn
from each other
as the long-lost
friends we are,
uninterrupted by
the swirl of voices
that history
pours upon us.