1.12.2013

Lest We Forget

I savor days like this
when the fog engulfs Mount Beacon
making plain the view from all three
of my eastward facing windows.
The church's rotting steeple
seems the zenith of the landscape.
A conjured crow appears
and pecks at rooftop puddles.

It reminds me that perception
is often not the truth
and the folly built by man
is the altar of the damned.

The cars splash by on Main Street.
The buildings strive to climb.
But that mountain, sneezed by God
will be there again tomorrow.




No comments: