In this great rock
Am I reminded
In steadfastness
Still may I rise
Am I reminded
In steadfastness
Still may I rise
I linger here
With the sun
My fading friend
As the cool night advances
I am clear and light
As the rarefied air
I find the beauty
In the lines
The forms
And open space
Which let me roam
But never left
My own backyard
Nor taxed my powers
Of creation
Just let Nature
Take her course
Then revel in
Her machinations
I remind myself
The fog sometimes reveals
A scale and depth
Often obscured by detail
Smoky.
The smell of a campfire.
But the nearest fire set a hundred thousand trees alight, a hundred or more kilometers away. I wonder, was that one lightning? A cigarette? A carelessly managed fire?
Of course
I often manage
To imagine something
Stranger still