I watch the mountains change, light
and shadow painting new lines on the rock faces,
ridges appearing where none were visible, others disappearing
into the bright. Snow melts, stains the heath dark,
dries again and freezes shiny. Poppies open and sway
in the breeze, sometimes bending double.
The air sweetens and softens, then hardens
again. Magpies shadow the poppies and hawks circle.
Even an eagle. My skin warms and cools; my hair blows
across my face and then hangs limp. Aspens turn yellow,
orange and gold. Leaves
drift down, snow falls, and the rock remains.
Sometime, I hurry best by going slowly,
but worry that my life is hurtling toward a day
without mountains. As I lean to drink
from spring-fed pools, I watch
lines move into my face, lines that shadows deepen
and light cannot erase.
Mary Stebbins Taitt
For Keith and Pam
941003 Colorado, 061205Vc