Waking to Mountains

Waking to Mountains

By Mike Gettel-Gilmartin

Inspired by my week at Holden Village

I have yet to see you dawn-lit

Even though I wake at a quarter to six.

I imagine you thick-snow-capped, glistening.

That season will surely come.

Today, after Midsummer, you have only peekings of white;

flanks of burned-up pine

from the fire of 2015, seven years ago!

A blip in planetary time,

A chunk in human.

We're here

For Jubilee!

Slaves will be free.

Land will rest.

Forgive us our debts.

We will be gone soon

But mountains remain.

At Sacred Space, Manny said

He lifted his eyes to you

And felt the littleness of human things.

AMEN

Holden Village