Beacon Rock, December

Beacon Rock, December


Climbing the rock with feet in slush and sunlight
A new view and a kiss
Over and over
Icicles drip
Melting off yellow grasses
Nodding in the weak winter sunlight

All next to the massive river
Switchback after switchback untamed,
Unclipped, undomesticated
Deep green ferns sheltered in the overhang
Even now
Water dripping down the black stone

I like standing there
In the sunheat watching
The pine trees grow accustomed
To the wind

The texture of the hillside
4 or 5 triangles in a row
A chevron repeated
In snow dust and traveling mist
Even the burnt out places
Feel complete

Turning around
On the shadow side
Wind bites our faces
Like a snowball thrown by
A younger brother
All in good fun

At the top
Of the rock-strewn switchbacks
Staring mainly at the valley stretched out
The wind brings tears in our eyes
Shiny red noses rubbing together
Stand behind me
Just like that
Call me Windbreaker Tsnuami

Coming down the mountain
We’re not in a hurry

What’s the opposite
Of a deathmarch?
A life march?
That’s what this is.

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