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