Through That Kingdom

I have scaled the dicey terrain of the Galilee,
Climbing down into trees snaking up.
I’ve abandoned my peers huffing,
Trailing behind me;
A Tarzan in the holy land,
Easing my way in and out of duplicitous dirt paths.

I have scorched my way through a sun-stricken desert,
Running ahead of the laggers behind.
Sweating indecently, drinking in visions,
Water out of bottles,
Mirages in the distance;
I felt the warm rain as it flirted, then died.

I have swam inside streams that parted for fish,
Darting in and out of the sparkling blue sea.
Holding my breath
As I jumped down the ladder,
Breaking the surface with unparalleled ease.

I’ve scampered up mountains no mortal can scale.
And no one could catch me,
Rolling down sand dunes,
Floating through space,
Motionless, untouched,
All of this done with my hair in my eyes.