Walking the Electron up Day Mountain —
four nimble feet landing in six places at once,
while we, behind,
plod by comparison,
one foot after the other set
upon the soil with intention.
Pause near the summit —
cool air, warming sun;
lunch on the rough slope of pink granite
that spills gently off
amidst uplifted pine boughs.
Huge blue water in the distance,
deep and sparkling, scattering light.
On our feet again —
the Electron recharged, re-energized,
pulling us along in her wake,
in six directions at once.