Going to the Sun Road, Glacier National Park

Can anyone of you by worrying add a single hour to his life?
--Matthew 6:27

I turn my face to the sky
where aspens sequin the day,
and the sun—as light will—
muscles its way down through pine boughs
to lay a golden ribbon along the earth.

We climb,
the air thinning our minutes,
every second ground to glacial till
and born happily upward into the alpine blue.

We climb.
Rock faces weep away the burdens of ages
sending scree into the shadows.

I’ve forgotten why I lay awake last night,
forgotten the niggling doubts which disappear
into fields of purple aster.

And I’ve forgotten to worry my heart into knots.
See how it rises like the mountain lupine
which simply gives itself to the sun.