I have become
reticent
each year adding dark
to my lightness
I remember vaguely when
I radiated
it was not so long ago
now the rock
retribution etched
settles solid on my chest
I cannot see
the feather I once was
drifting from this high place
faith the air beneath me
balanced where
edge meets air
above the green unfolding
alpine jewels reveal
the face
of the goddess
sleeping
clouds seep ragged
a softly closing circle
I am riding
the cloud center
trees dripping
bearded lichen
witness my ascent
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 11:37 AM UTC
I have become
reticent
each year adding dark
to my lightness
I remember vaguely when
I radiated
it was not so long ago
now the rock
retribution etched
settles solid on my chest
I cannot see
the feather I once was
drifting from this high place
faith the air beneath me
balanced where
edge meets air
above the green unfolding
alpine jewels reveal
the face
of the goddess
sleeping
clouds seep ragged
a softly closing circle
I am riding
the cloud center
trees dripping
bearded lichen
witness my ascent
There is an old fire lookout I used to hike to in my youth - High Rock Lookout. When I need to mentally revisit a place and time where anything seemed possible, I still go there.
