Saturday November 6 (Poetry Challenge Day 33)
It was the Fall of ’19
a few months before the Pandemic.
Life was different.
No real concern for the future.
I followed by best friend
into the Sierra Mountains.
We spent three glorious days
camping by a pristine alpine lake.
He tells me now he misses the Sierras.
So do I.
I miss that time we shared.
That escape into something wholly different.
He says he can’t go back,
can no longer carry the load.
I’m not sure I could.
We could always hire Sherpas I suppose.