Squaretop Mountain
It’s there, imprisoned by fog,
but I know it’s there.
For four days I’ve admired it soaring free.
I’ve meditated on it, photographed it,
hiked miles to it
and around it
and slept beneath it.
Now the enshrouding haze
envelops it, obscures it,
removing it from visual perception.
Still I sense it, feel it.
I know it is there
and soon will soar freely again.
Like my future, my destiny, my fate
similarly ensnared in impenetrable fog,
revealed bit by bit, moment by moment.
Often imagined, prayed for, believed in,
but as uncertain as one’s next breath,
unknown until it occurs,
imprisoned by the future
until released by the present.
Peer though I might, wish though I may
I can neither discern it nor predict it,
any more than I can now see Squaretop,
but can only await its revelation
as each day’s unveiling sunlight
washes away the fog.
copyright 1998 by Chuck Morlock
1 comment:
Oh, my goodness! Please give my regards and add my most wondrous thoughts to the Wind River Canyon as you go by it. September? Should be GORgeous!
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