through snowy mountain passes

a poetic perspective . . .

beaded bags   

handsewn goatskin

and sinew

hide beneath

wisps of gray beard,

shiny cut stone and AK47 shells

rest inside

 

wind torn prayer flags

shudder

wrap and twist with every color of the sun

brushed aside

to move mule and cargo

through piercing blue skies

down into the valleys

 

leaving footprints in the snow

so it is today

as it was 1000 years ago

 

Copyright 2011 Mark C. Jackson