San Jacinto
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1 min readJun 13, 2016
To reach such heights so quickly
is heady intoxication
as if gravity declined a little
the consequence of its law.
Pines whisper clarity
into plummeted flats of desert,
glimpses of dream where
a dehydrated people act out
fragments of exaggeration
far below the precipices of mind.
Wind taught pines to speak and
blows off the peak a lingering touch
from the hand that shaped it.
I breathe it as judgment from pinnacles
glowering over well ordered
cultivation of waste.
Desert yawns for me
and, dizzy, I turn away.
I follow the path where my children ran
(gracious trees bend ever green to cover them)
and I find them by laughter.
Shining in sun
they climb invincible granite
without the slightest fear of falling.
