He watched a sacred journey of five 
million strong walking peacefully,
shoulder to shoulder, unintentionally 
jostling, bumping sometimes actually
hurting other walkers -- unbelievably 
smelly pilgrims bowing row after row, 
butt to head, head to butt after several 
days without a shower and all he could 
do from his leather chair was to feel 
claustrophobic, catch his breath and 
think about his next spiritual pilgrimage
-- jogging with his wife and Chocolate 
Lab in the Phoenix Mountain Preserve 
with just the snakes, javalinas and 
coyotes as fellow pilgrims, who thank-
fully keep their distance.