Mount Ranier, Washington from above Myrtle Falls in August
Wander into weeds,
there to find summer's gold shine.
Lift up the flat rocks
by the summer's creek
there to find darkness, burrows
made by pensive thoughts.
Rise up and soar - birds
and thoughts and bright hearts on wing
above all the others
and then hold me, then
with all the opening warmth,
all the darkness too,
then hold onto me.
August 14, 2010 2:03 PM
I fear the only comment I can make is that this poem is too beautiful to comment on. Your work never ceases to amaze me, even if I cannot always comment. And when I do not comment, it is out of respect, not ignore-ance.
ReplyDeleteThank you for calling it work. I feel it is work and valuable work at that. There are others who may not. While that does not trouble me, I wish I could be all things to all people in my heart of hearts. It does not matter that I know better, not to the small young one inside me.
DeleteThis is such a beautiful poem, Christopher. I feel totally immersed in it, the landscape you've created and the words. Thank you.
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