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June 05, 2005
Polar Ghost,(the safety of objects)
She saw the white patch
of land beneath her, looking
down the window of the plane, she
had come so far in search of her Polar
Ghost, and the clamity of it baren remains,
the emptiness, the majestic flow of its geography,
the footsteps that it held beneath the layers of ice.
She had brought them all,
the note books, her verses, that
hurled inside her, care full of ice
blossoms crawling on surfaces, as she
covered herself in another layer, preserving
the life within her, and her quiet wonder as
she became to know in so many ways that the
answer she seeked was out there, outside
the security of her stand, her boots,
her hat, the gloves, and the
sepration they allowed her,
The safety of the objects.
So she walked
braving the cold,
as she took them off
one by one, allowing the
clarity of her reach, to become
a part of all that it was, and only
then she saw the footsteps that traced the
landscape, and a map to her wilderness.
Posted by Idinraha at June 5, 2005 05:04 PM
Comments
Yes, very nice. For me, it kind of touches on the zen of climbing - bonus points for that ;-)
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at June 7, 2005 04:05 PM