Carl
Through forests that had died the rivers run
Again, reviving what had ceased to be,
And there the darkness dried up in the sun,
Reveals now in each resurrected tree
A beauty known to hunters in the dawn.
Eternity rose up through morning light,
Incarnate in a pheasant cock, and on
His wings we saw the seraphim in flight.
The hills, set forth for us and waiting there
Despite our separation (like a night
Imposed between two lives), appeared as bare
And strong as God’s tectonic shoulder might.
Your voice insisted that the day would break
If we, together, claimed a mountain peak.