With Ethan in the Mists

1274656_678851608817_757329029_oWho would have thought
contentment was in the cards
ascending three thousand feet
before 10:30 a.m.
on a Snickers bar
and a few sips
in the rain,
glasses fogging up abruptly
at the gray ridge-line
as a warm front from out West
swept across?

Any vaunted views
of cliffs of slippery granite
are lost
in a rippling forest of clouds.

Like ants a-march
on a fallen sequoia,
my son and I scale the bumps,
or aim to do so,
making the best of the glowing window
of his visit home.

As the weather tanks,
we scale three four-thousand footers.

Inside our cotton envelope
we can feel the shoulders of each peak
first broadening then narrowing
the path of our hasty traverse,
each summit a near afterthought
so rapid is our pace.

Below Mount Lafayette
the AMC hut offers scant shelter
on our descent,
its staffers mute
in a fog of their own design.

Back in the weather we clamber down
respectful of the Whites anew
and drive home,
cell phones dry,
to clam chowder,
steaming.

This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s