This picture of icy mountains
Couloirs full of broken blocks
Aretes knife-edged at their sides
The deceptively easy-looking
Snowfields at the base, until
You come to sheer rock and
Bergschrund
Inaccessible ledges run west
The only way to the top that
Misses the elephant’s trunk
Bulging from the eastern summit
This painting of icy mountains
That I will never behold under the sky
Is as immediate to my soul as hospital
Gown, radioactive IV
Frosty white tunnel to come.
Author: Duncan MacNae
Exiled Gael, scion of the Dust Bowl, dweller within Divine Grace, admirer of mountains, I have made my peace with trout and the starlings. Looking for a river and healing trees.
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