After the Ascent

In the shelter of nothing on the uneven ground — alone at the summit — you lay with me, until the falling of the fountain of light. In the falling of the fountain of light you brought your arm beneath my head you have made it my pillow. Face against my face closer to me now than in the moment of the summit. We close our eyelids. Your breaths wind into my ear your breaths calm and one after another my companions in the moments of descent. Each of your breaths is a lantern warm and bright adorning forever the branches of my pine...