A Finishing Touch

Casting eyes on mountains a little way down the road in front of this poet, loving the way its stature and foliage is naturally formed. Cacti holding onto sides of the mountain, remembering how not that long ago this poet was climbing every mountain in sight getting close to them. Loving the exhilaration of climbing, clinging to the sides of a mountain, looking down and seeing the city of Phoenix from heights that normal people can't see. Poetically though, this poet will see what other people will never notice, for this mind and intellect sees details. Even in feelings and emotions they come out of themselves in coded rhythms that still and comfort this being totally putting a finishing touch on every poem being written.