Hiking up our mountain and I catch a glimpse of this.
I feel alive on this Earth- with the Earth.
Safi naps on my chest as we climb. Higher and higher.
Through the aspen groves.
Thick. Humid.
Jungle like micro-climate because of the spring.
Past that into open light.
Dead trees all around.
Reminding me that the fire is real
even perched here, in heaven’s terrestrial home.
Mona Haydar 
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