the alarm went off at six in the morning,
and I woke and rose up grudgingly to the rooftop
of the mediocre, satisfactory hotel in Kathmandu.
I was there to watch the night turn into day.
from a distant view came the shine of dawn,
surrounded by the airborne tint of brown
up above on the rooftop, no one could
hear us sing; but we didn’t need that.
perhaps daybreak is what we needed for now,
with its glow descending on each picture taken
perhaps for now, this is what a miracle is:
the fact that we are here, that we were there.
and those few seconds of break
soon will be over, and what then?
it’s no matter; another day begins
the sun won’t shine on the summits much longer.