(Not) Up a Height
I’m not up a height when I’m up a height
I don’t take fright
You can feel my might
See that smile – an ocean wide
As I watch man and nature collide
Vistas and blisters taken in stride
I’m not up a height, up a height
Breathless lungs, breathless scenes
Unwind the springs embedded in genes
Tension falls to the fields far below
Where imagined enemies and foes
Lurk and seek me out for fights
But I’m laughing at you from my height
But down there, my cares are always there
Lining my skin, greying my hair
Pushing and pummelling down on my shoulders
Making me feel a billion years older
Credit card bills merge with leaky pipes
Mortgage demands – the detritus of mind
I’m a bit part actor in the film of my life
Christ please – take me back to those heights
Because I’m not up a height when I’m up a height
Eyes streaked with delight
At the ever-changing sights
Projected in hi-res 3D
Not from a silver-skinned DVD
But in a non-warped reality
'Cos I’m not up a height, up a height
The roar of the traffic’s a far distant hum
Inane conversation’s heard by no one
I’m hidden from you, but you can’t hide
I’m king of the hill, ruler of minds
Emperor of my wind-blasted site
I’m not up a height, up a height
Simon Marks
Wed 5th Jun 2013 14:02
My tribute to hillwalkers everywhere!