Mount Elbert

the haggard man,
and the transfusion of translation
he brought with him,
upon us,
to the top of Mount Elbert,
where nothing can grow

"there is a hot feeling," he said,
"that accompanies the deadening cold"

maybe it was the feeling of freezing,
maybe it was the feeling of, “I don’t know,”

but up there, at 14,000 feet,
with the brrrrrsss,
and the cold winds of bliss,

I could feel 
what I couldn't feel

back
down,
way
down,

at 8,000 feet