The Kelty one-man tent flaps face Ritter
The night is me and the Sierran darkness
As no moon reflects upon the granite
Cold sun touches its light upon the high peaks
As mist lingers layered against the slopes
I remain in my bag to await warmth
A bear walks past my tent and looks in
We find our own kind in each other, and
Awaken to our illusory lives.
Categories:
sierran, nature,
Form: Free verse
Shadow Lake
Above Shadow Lake, those twin peaks peer down as I rest;
an eerie remembrance wakes me from my weariness
of having rested on these rocks some forty years past
and having captured that then moment in memory.
A mnemograph of trail, aches, sky; of hopes, fears, self.
Twin selves reflected in apposition:
What distance between same place?
What sameness with distant self?
A faded image etched in now silver’d neurons,
retouched by these Sierran hues. My older palate
savors the bittersweet of the distance traveled.
A world before self – now a self before world.
I continue to the lake and touch my lips to its surface to sip.
Before, I opened my eyes and saw but myself reflected,
Now I am shadowed as one with the mountains above.
Categories:
sierran, philosophy,
Form: Narrative