'We all age. We all die. We all should keep trying to rise to the sunlight. Saplings will learn from this determined climb.'
BY PATRICK BURR After climbing to the top of Bulamsan, a small peak in northeastern Seoul, I sat on a boulder and stared out from among the trees at the ivory city below the smog.
Susan Cummins Miller's poem grew out of her interaction with the Sonoran Desert, and the many months she spent in solitude and contemplation at The Desert House of Prayer in Arizona.