February 24, 2005
Like friends parting
Before uncertain journeys,
Clouds clasp hands
Across an autumn moon.
Tenaya muses,
Its waters black,
Still as space,
On snow’s return, on ice.
I cease peering -?
The breeze is chill -?
Clip to the doubled rope,
Check my anchor twice,
And back off
Pywiack’s edge -
Step down granite
Into shadow.
I smile unseen
In night’s belly
At my folly, my friends’,
To watch moonlit clouds flow.
What game did we play
With fate, night and cliff?
What made us pause -?
An autumn moon’s charm?
Or perhaps regret,
More felt than understood,
That beauty eternal
Should end so soon.
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