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After scanning its face again and again,
I began to scale it, picking my holds
With intense caution. About half-way
To the top, I was suddenly brought to
A dead stop, with arms outspread
Clinging close to the face of the rock
Unable to move hand or foot
Either up or down. My doom
Appeared fixed. I MUST fall.
There would be a moment of
Bewilderment, and then,
A lifeless rumble down the cliff
To the glacier below.
My mind seemed to fill with a
Stifling smoke. This terrible eclipse
Lasted only a moment, when life blazed
Forth again with preternatural clearness.
I seemed suddenly to become possessed
Of a new sense. My trembling muscles
Became firm again, every rift and flaw in
The rock was seen as through a microscope,
My limbs moved with a positiveness and precision
With which I seemed to have
Nothing at all to do.
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
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Gerard,
We all hope you enjoyed your Spring day!
In the Poconos we had temps in the 20s, blustering gusts of up to 25 mph from the north, bringing the wind chill factor to what I refer to as harsh. We also enjoyed intermittent snow-squalls. It is not quite Spring yet.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I am okay with Winter. I actually like Winter….until around the end of February. At this point, my desire is to get my hands in the garden soil to plant the summer crops. Can’t even stick a spade in the soil yet. Froze solid. Come on, Spring!
Same here, but different. Snowed yesterday and today, temps in the teens and windchill below zero. I’m ready for some sprang! I played the vid and Shannon came runnin’, howling the whole time.
It’s a signal I’ve taught her and my previous mutts, from an early age. I say, “WHERE’S THAT GURL?”, then I let loose with a long, mournful howl. No matter where she is on the property she comes a flyin’. Without exception she is always rewarded with a cookie and my left pocket always has plenty.
Cute kid! Operatic beagle!
I’m still waiting for some woke millennial to realize that her kid’s musical toy keeps playing Old Black Joe.
Hey Rob, if he’s playing Old Black Joe over and over, would that make him a One Note Sambo? Sorry. I will just be leaving now.
Clearly very late to piling on here, but your “Spring Day” seemed too easily come by for a man who might still shed a tear for his graysunk Seattle brethren.
I do shed a tear for my comrades in Seattle and then say, hey, with ee cummings:
Get moving.
That’s certainly the dream, but we’ll be sopping up gravy from this particular train for a while yet.
Meanwhile, vacations.
Excellent and one does not leave a gravy train lightly. Still, remember the first thing to do when seeing incoming….. GET OFF THE X.