On a Mountain Passage
At first we notice the strangeness of nature,
And then nature shows us the strangeness of ourselves.
Waterfalls are frozen, tinted blue;
in endless landscape.
Low-hanging clouds are lit purplish,
like motor oil puddles.
Wisps of snow twirl mysteriously
behind the tires of a Subaru
ahead of us on this narrow, winding road,
like the entrancement of Kaa,
as we approach the switchback.
Within hours, the cliff
and frozen lake dissolve
The bizarre geography of buildings
overtakes this lucid dream called life,
and the soul is scattered
by an abundance of signs.
Poet’s Notes: “On a Mountain Passage” is true to life, written on my phone in a quick, straightforward manner. The prose is accurate and unadorned; the images and colors happened as described. In that regard, it is almost more of a journal entry than it is a poem. The poem depicts a winter road, the return from wilderness to civilization, and the impressions made by that route.
Editor’s Note: David had me here with the opening two lines--breathtaking! Such crisp imagery, I felt like I was there in the car with him.
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