242 – Fish Creek Mtn.

Fish Creek Mtn.

Two abreast
in one wet tent
miles to go in the morning
without ever knowing
what loon lives
on this lake.

We hurl ourselves
into the created world
to contend with it
as men and women made
of dust. Again and again

We are defeated
in the same instant
we are glorified.
A shroud of mist
on the lake. Rainsong
trickling down

Sound reminder
of what we are
of what we are not.
Kneel at the altar of fire,
baptized in its smoke.

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