Going Westward Within

 

 

The doorway this morning is what

happened once on a mountaintop

in Colorado at dawn, the light

signaling every peak along the horizon

to awaken themselves in the eyes of all there

on that windy, reddening ledge of rock.

 

But it was for us to take from the occasion

a DNA-like code of glory and hold fast

to it, so that on some unknown day

we might go westward again to climb

that mountain, to thread our way

up the steepness to dawn-lit summits.

(Published in Pinyon Review, No. 16, October 2019)

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