Point Sublime
We placed her
on a rock wall
Half a mile
above the canyon floor
It makes a good
picture:
The mile wide
chasm hides
the grassy
outcrop two-feet below.
The photo hangs
in our hallway
You can just
make out my fingertips
intruding into
the frame. Ready.
She smiles from
her perch,
and behind,
lays the map of her life.
We didn’t see
it then, at that Point.
If we had
known, we would have hired
small horses,
followed the path down
searched the
generations of strata
mapped-out the
peaks and troughs. Trekked
beyond the
tourist trail.
We had thought
it would just be a wide trench
deep enough to
take our breath away,
a talking point
with friends and wine. Straightforward.
Instead we
looked down on mountains, walls
within walls.
Saw the lightening scars.
The glorious
shadow of a wheeling
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