Rainstorm Beneath The Summit

Lee Evans

People think I’m melancholy,
Just because they’re down there
At my foot somewhere.
They can’t see what’s happening
Above the storm clouds.
They’re jumping to conclusions,
Though they can’t jump that far!
Jagged bolts of livid lightning,
Miserable torrents of dark, driving rain—
Nothingness swallows the stress and strain
Of their ephemeral existences.
Here, above the storm, Somethingness
Reveals a heavenly skyscape:
Decapitated mountains
Ranging through time and space
Above themselves, as I above Me
Sport among curlicues
Of white beneficent clouds.
It’s a sunny day, I’m smiling—
Although I know what’s underneath
The elements I rise above.