Monday, March 27, 2023

Witness

 

Sometimes the mountain
is hidden from me in veils
of cloud, sometimes
I am hidden from the mountain
in veils of inattention, apathy, fatigue,
when I forget or refuse to go
down to the shore or a few yards
up the road, on a clear day,
to reconfirm
that witnessing presence.

--Denise Levertov

[Poem about Mt. Rainer to accompany my felt "painting" of Rainer from Reflection Lake]



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