Of Granite Lakes


Pahn has been wondering
if when walking

in the snow at night
one can see the way
 by the reflected light

as he puts this question into words

he
glides
into     
a winter       
thicket     of     conifers      
following
a trail
   in the dark
the snow
   glowing
 faintly
 beneath him

The trail leads to a road
  He                            
          plods                           
past a parking lot
  and small                     
                         building
all covered by an even fresh-fallen layer           all glowing
a dim blue-grey
slowly
 lightening

He leaves the road by an empty lodge
crossing into a rocky landscape       where
he hears the voices of a couple just awakening
  
His mind wanders onto a map         where
he sees he is
 in a high       hanging valley           
and he hears the name of a river and meadows  

In his next view
he is looking down
on the valley    deeply gouged
and scraped down to the grey granite by ice
and to the north-east a slope rises to fluted cliffs 
thousands of feet high 

On the ground he crosses
a small rise in the trail             to where he has
a closer view up the valley        that holds  a long
wide pool in a hollow…

…He has gone to the concession and returned with Aiks

He leaves Aiks
following
or someone like her
                  who wanders
over the ascending
granite
             shelves
             toward the cliff
and near the highest
 shelf            
he sees that the slope levels out   

and he wonders if there is
a lake
at the foot of the chute                     
though he hasn’t seen it on the map

Then Aiks comes to lead him back              
encouraging him to think
that there is a lake
and turning away
from Pholoa’s path
he looks back out across the valley
and sees
far below and away                                                  
the shimmer of water                                        
but turning back again
toward the cliff

he has come upon a large and cold
grey-green-blue
lake that brims      
                                                    to the edge of the shelf

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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS


Some of these poems originally appeared in the following publications

Avocet
Dream International Quarterly
mojo risin'
The Muse Apprentice Guild (The MAG)
Transfer

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