New poem from the “Beyond” series.
I awake covered in red dust
after the storm passed.
In the depths of the crater
the sun shone dimly over the edge.
I see you left without me
moving beyond the fractured surface.
There is no blame.
There is now only me.
Beyond the mountains
the sun rises on a new day.
Surrounded by unnamed peaks,
unclimbed by humans, I head off into the void.
A follow-up to a previous post – Beneath the Surface
What lies beneath the surface,
the playground of ancient times,
lands ruled by survival,
raw and primal,
we forever live on some edge
with a defensive posture
ready to protect at all costs.
That slippery edge of snow and ice
straddling deep valleys,
like the string holding a life together,
a tether anchoring to some reality.
I keep it within reach
just beneath the surface.
It is always awake with eyes
open watching me and ready
to arise at the simplest command
always there beneath the surface.
Time has not soften the beast.
Time has not taken away the power.
Over and through the years
I have learned to control
when the beast arises
the appropriate moments to step aside.