Dru Philippou: Sierra Nevada

Fall '06 TOC


                                                                          New beauty meets us at every step
                                                                          in all our wanderings.
                                                                                                –John Muir

. . . he must have stepped too near the lake sank through soft snow down into ice in snowshoes he was an experienced hiker in his sixties from the town of Joshua Tree came right over the pass he must have stepped too near the lake . . . I must have camped overnight thinking of those miles to the stars I must have watched his backpack un-snag from the melting ice and float in the lake I must have wondered if someone was attached to it because of the way it tilted in the lake . . . I must have woken to sunlight pouring through me this blade of grass peeping through snow and to the helicopter hovering above the pack with the pilot pointing to my body . . . I must have gone and stepped too near the lake . . .

                                                   an osprey rises
                                                   from the water
                                                   fish slapping sunlight

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