to reflect & define majesty
the outside always pulls at me,
every window draws my eye,
I feel adventure
outside the room--
away from the people,
I have a favorite spot up in the mountains
where our yard’s boundaries
dissolve into forest and national park,
where the inconstant constancy of the creek
mutters a lullaby,
bear have walked by,
and I swear once it was a wolf,
more and more these last years I’ve looked up into the trees
and read meaning when something within and below me
resonates with something without and above,
just a few weeks ago autumn’s exuberance awed me,
tonight the stars draw me through the baring branches,
I open myself to the outside
and wait for that inside
to know itself more truly,
we can do far worse than feel ourselves a mirror
in which a hint of majesty can reflect and define.
by Henry Walker
November 26, ‘08
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