Thursday, May 3, 2012


by Charles Coon
In our rocky mountain vistas
and certain landscape
Our imaginings are captured
sometimes clear and ordered
in others stormy patterns
hiding then revealing
dark and jagged forms
almost hearing the hawk's
invisible circling call
Imagining ourselves on
precipitous mountain paths
blown by shifting icy winds
vertigo and dark crevices
fearsome obstacles foreshadowing
impending loss     then
most suddenly we return
to our observation places
warmth safety comfort
as before
our imagined landscape fears
now engulfed transformed 
within a joyous 
pervading light
a jolting new experience
mysteriously named by some
as the sublime

The word a gentle quiet 
of beauty and twin terrors
of fear and loss
Might we then find
in this our landscape viewing
a rehearsal
for life's dark confrontations
and on a promising day
enfold transmute and
with ecstatic labor
discover true beginnings
new births
reaching this time 
to a friend
we know and name
Our Sublime

1 comment:

  1. This poem created to be read at the One Simple Voice
    retreat on May 5th, 2012.. Thomas Moran panting....