Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Reflections from the 42nd Mile Marker

My home is a silhouette of mountains.


They anchor my wanderings with constant orientation,

remind me gently in contours

that exactly where I am

is exactly where I am meant to be –


At the foot of Tolkeinite slopes of rock

while the rose-tinted blush of morning awakens stark against

the breath-taking depth of

Colorado sky.