Mountain High
The road traversed long, sometimes narrow and steep. Oh! So very high up - and, then - down. Winding along through canyons of red and grey stone with scraggly trees and shrubs. Leaving my car behind, for a bit of a hike, I wandered along a well worn trail. Ancient land, Indian land, land of migrating wild cats and who knows what else. Land that my father lives on. Land that one day will be "mine" or so he says in his trust. Land that really belongs to no one and yet, everyone.