Saturday, May 24, 2014

from the hidden to the found

Centered at Max Patch

from the beginning the world is hidden from us
as we are secure in the womb,

every revelation is again the coming forth from the hidden to the found,

our vans climb up the road
while feeling swallowed by valley and forest,
until the ridge opens into meadow
and the world enlarges to far more than anyone can hold,

mountains ripple and snake across the land,
as greens yellow from light to dark
to blue on the Appalachian ridge itself,

this view makes me think I’m at the center of the world,

and I read from that, not my importance,
but rather how large and wondrous 
the world is around and beyond me.

by Henry H. Walker
May 19, ’14

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