And that day
we hiked away from the forest —
the cling of moss and whispers of pines
shedding off of our skin
as we drifted up through alien shrublands.
We carried only our dreams
and each other’s sunburnt hands
as life diminished behind us :
green became silver
and the earth
was sacred —
stripped down to its essence
of basalt and iron silence.
We stepped into the procession of clouds,
leading to a lunar sanctuary in the sky
where there was only
the breath shared between us
Writing in the clouds 10,000 feet above sea-level today in the crater of the sacred House of the Sun: Mt. Haleakalā … ☁️☀️🌙🗻
I might still be lightheaded from this otherworldly journey… ✨ definitely more to come from it!
Writing and photography by: Katy Claire Funke