our small plane
slowly past the peak –
such vast white
*
so many peaks
smaller but not small –
stretching as far …
*
mountaintops
in all directions –
bright sharp white
*
I rode the air
to the Peak of Heaven –
and knew myself small
*
once upon a time
Mother of the World
I gazed on your face
My response to the final prompt for NaHaiWriMo 2025.
~ Our souvenir from Buddha Air. ~
