poem of the day June 17 

As the exhauted traveler

in a long endless line

of exhausted travelers  

walked through the final door

Gravity was waiting

"Up the mountain or

Down the valley"

The weary soul

feeling the pressure 

of other weary souls

looked over the horizon

The mountain was beautiful

The valley was beautiful

but after climbing for a lifetime

in only one direction

the traveler likes most tired travelers

looked up only at the peaked summit

like it was an ordained struggle

"Mountain" the tired traveler 

sighed without conviction 

beginning the first steps of the same old journey 

resigned to more suffering

"Are you sure?" Gravity asked with compassion

before turning to question the next soul in line