Trip

~ Harlan Didrickson 

Once in limelight 
then in darkness 
time in limbo 
even visiting madness 
now in light 
so much for 
this thing life 
I have learned 
that every stop
has its own 
treasures trinkets and 
postcards heralding their 
there making memory 
even those now 
filling some dump
now quiet days 
having at last 
reached my destination 
before my destination 
a plain place 
my mountains now 
rise before me 
standing in awe 
admire I do 
scale I don’t 
for my searching 
is now over