It turned into a small but significant shift in my internal feelings around family and marriage; good, I think, even though this poem does not reveal that yet.
you can lean out and hear
the voice of the sky and
gravity's somber notes--
The glacial smoothness of boulder
is a kind of relief until
you cross the hazard fence
to fall completely into a dark marriage
of you against stone.
Even my feet pressing on hard mountain
feel a bit of the letting go, the What if? of
unmetered descent.
But when I contemplated tumbling,
the rocks, the mountain,
all said No. Not for you.
Not this time.
J. Pratt-Walter
10/2012
