The Contrast

By Andrew R. Duckworth

Down from the mountainside
Is the whole world
Or so it seems,
Leading to the million mountains
And then the edge,
The edge that separates the ground
From eternity.

I might be tempted to look at the sky
But I don’t dwell there.
Down below is my playground,
This mountaintop my domain.
But, without the sky, the terrain
Is not much to look at.
It takes the not so subtle contrast.