Monday, November 16, 2009

Minnewaska, Rte. 44/55, 11/15/2009

Driving down the mountain road, we exit the fog for a moment,
and the world looks like it's been polished with glass cleaner.
Below us, across the valley, the lower peaks protrude through a billowing sea of clouds --
islands of Avalon in
"The Gunks".
Moved as I am by this image, I want to paint it,
e p i c s t r o k e s
profound poetics;
a still breath
and I see,
my intervention is unnecessary;
this perfect poem
has always been.

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