Ramblings of a Writer 0202

Heart racing
Palm sweating
Numerous anxious reasons
Book in hand
Words flowing
Singing poetry of deodars
Birds and cicadas
Was I always like this
Did the air get me high
Or do Mr. Bond and I
Ail with the same
Mountain sickness?

Nimble fingers glide
Linking letter by letter
Drawing a photograph
Beauty that lay

Repetitive might be
Though different they are
Just as the misty fog
Swirls in my head

Heart aching
Goodbyes pending
Numerous wistful beings