MONASTERY

A grey stone monastery perched atop the rocks.

It’s so remote, so high, so old. I can see it from my

plane as I dip my wing and turn ever so steeply,

jagged rocks throw themselves at me, it’s like I can

touch them.

I see winding steps leading to the summit, just think who’s

been up there.

In a blur the monastery is gone and I fly into the valley full

of misty villages far below.

I’m on a wing and a prayer seeing things I’d never thought possible.