Alone

Alone
 Up around the bend,
and then at the peak,
you know you are isolate.
Bridges are not made
of girders and stone;
they are mere suspensions,
temporary, swaying
like rope-bridges
over green and gurgling space.
That's the ultimate and the awesome,
the real ultimate that forces upon your breath, your lungs and the air you breathe,
in the rarified heights of the mountains
condemned to the knowledge that you are not separate but one
with the breath that pulsates and and lifts you alone,
and yet not alone.
The Ultimate leaves no space for the 'Alone'.