From here the view is clear:
Halfway up the eastern mountain,
High as the Bonneville bench,
Wide, dry, nearly treeless,
A perfect mountain portal.

And from here (a place sacred and academic),
From here where so much of life,
Where so much of “flash,” of lust, of living
Entered my young, soft, impressionable soul;
From here—and now back again--
(Unintended vivid afterward)
Even after having walked for so long,
Walked it so, so many times;

I hear its beckoning whisper,
Even with the day’s stormy darkness,
Hovering mist, threatening clouds,
“Come, come away, come up,
Enter my wild land and surely,
Surely you will find.”

12/16/2016

Author's Note: Written from the east window of Box Elder Middle School, Brigham City, UT.

Posted on 12/17/2016
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