Poetry is a clear window into the heart. I often write to express the thoughts and emotions inside me--not knowing what will appear on the page but invariably discovering more about myself and the world around me.

Mountain Man

Posted Friday, August 10, 2012

This photo was taken while I was busy running a half-marathon up the Swiss Alps next to the largest glacier in Europe. It inspired this poem.

You rest
While I run
Up a mountain

You rest
While even the glacier moves

You know
Your need

So you rest

So peaceful
Surrounded by beauty
You close your eyes

No where to go
No one to be
Except you

You are teaching me
I'm listening

by Ken Carlson


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