I remember
I climb the
crest of the hill
and see the
graceful, youthful
curves of the ridge
right next
and beyond
the mature
more craggy
profile of
the defining
ridge
I look south
and see a tiny patch
of ocean
through a valley
and the sky above
light gray with
dark swathes
and daubs
and above
the usual image
of God, light
in the parting
of clouds
I take a moment
I think of lives
more fully lived
more beauty
more passion
than anything
I've experienced
I can't put this
into words
(I was back
on the ridge
I had climbed
first level and
looked where I
came from --
there were
trees I usually
think of in panoramic palisade
just seen as treetops)
Dog sniffs
I sniff too
(fresh, earthy)
sweet, youthful,
alluring
St Anne's lace?
(I test)
yes
(As I round
the bend I'm
lost in thought
forgetful
But in descent
I remember)
My day
What will I do
- exercise
- clean up a little
- surf the web for pictures beyond me
- hmm, some of my own pictures
