when she went to the high place

never thinking she knew what she

was about   she felt   this is 

where i can look out   where there 

is something more than me  

in the distance there was a lake  

far below as she was above the snow line 

and clouds were drifting by

the kind one can reach out and touch

which she did   and wrote   later

of lassoing a cloud and dancing

with her until the aroma of the

campfire and food called her back

and she said thank you for the dance

the cloud rejoined   you never 

need dance alone   i am never far away