Mountain Path

Before the rutted track,
before this twigless forest
and straw-strewn mat
that winds ascent with pleasantry,
would we ascend in such polite meander?

Came this mountain in naked wrath,
when fires burned and corn was hacked,
two in hand scaled a brush impasse,
woman, man, marked this path,
long grass broken
beneath rolling backs.


Next
Contents
Home page