In the Arms of
the Glacier
The mountains call me.
Jagged faces blinding
The moon in its rise
Above the stars.
They lure me, those mountains,
The granite monsters
With wildflowers blooming
in their vast arms,
Lakes as fine jewels
Merry twinkling in their ears
Amidst the frowning snow dangling
Like hair.
I live well,
Sitting comfortable in the
Armchair, reading by
Electric light
All the delights of
The untested surround
Me with pleasure.
And yet I yearn
To have my hair
Ruffled freezing
By the moonlit glacier
To bloom bruises
Slipping on loose rock
Above the cliff.
I yearn
To witness
Sunlight glorify anew
The granite face,
While razor rocks
Cut my knees
Upon my bowing.
I yearn
To hear the wolves
Amongst the ragged vastness
Of the trees
Lifting their wild brows
High and creaking above
The winding ridges
To be initiated
Into the great
Brotherhood of the Wilderness,
wherein
Adventure
and Desire
find perfect balance on the peaks.
To be initiated...
What computer
Could stretch the legs, and bring
The warmth of fire,
Strength
and Beauty
in its manmade stream of electrons?
Though comforts happy smile,
the Took calls
To dangerous roads
Where Love and Truth apair dwell.
