In the Space of Zion

I sit in the space where Zion was born.

There is a thing I value more than anything.
It makes me think of myself as a field in which all
of humanity can play again as children.

I speak to it aloud. "of all the things I hold dear
in my life it is this which is most high."

I sit in silence in the space of Zion.

I listen.

"Let go of me." it whispers.

"Now! Climb!" it commands.

I hold on like an old pirate against the sea, proud
wrinkled face shouting in rebellion, Aaaarrrrggghh!
Defiant 'til the end.

I surrender to them.

I argue with them.

I negotiate with them.

Play with them.

Agree with them.

Never moving a single inch at all

I sit in the space where Zion was born. My eyes open.
There was no climbing, or defiance, no argument or play, no negotiations
agreement or shouting at all.

Just a man holding this thing in life most high in the space where
Zion was born.