Climbing Mt Donaldson



climbing mt donaldon

i came at last to the last ridge

beyond which, perhaps, was sky or fog

a wall of cloud

dense and enclosing

but don’t say impenetrable

for this brume we all enter


i stood long before the darkening cloud-mass

and confessed to it my sin

not enough, not ever enough

and listened for their retort

the black-eyed angels that wait for me there

but only a chill wind ran up the button grass

carrying the Raven’s caw


so I picked up the smooth black stone

that lay at my feet

and I hurled it with all the energy of my life

and descended the mountain


Philip Harrington


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