CHIMNEY ROCK (November 2, 2013)

An afghan of leaves over the mountain path

And unsculpted rocks with bronze-rust mold


Like Lady Liberty’s huddled masses–

Living monuments

The sun waits for its moment and pours its gold

Down through the orange-zest leaves on the trees

Rain sprinkles on our foreheads

And at the apex I jump across a formation

Like stone tablets cast down from the clouds


For all the deep crevices

Making no effort to hide the banality of peril,

And a greater mountain hovering in the distance,

It feels the top of the world


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s