We are halfway up the cone
we hope stays inactive, balance
on the very edge of the dirt road
while pick-ups roar past,
beds crowded with kids
wrapped in blankets, waving,
happy to be going all the way
up to play in the only snow
they’ve ever seen.
Last week, a van with six
fell all the way back down
to bare rock, right
where we are huddled
together trying to see the flash
of an Amethyst Hummingbird
in the late sun.
If their spirits got wings,
come out to catch some rays,
we’ll get a glimpse and smile.
