Mt. Rainier and Companionship
I lie, a lake beneath your mountain range,
Beneath your Cascades peaks and steepest sides.
I brood and find the highest heavens strange
Except that they bend down and stir up tides
Because you touch them with rock beauty. Your
Crests reach, imploringly, above the clouds
To call down magnetism which can spur
My depths to move like resurrected shrouds.
Your elevation is equivalent
To caverns buried far below my waves.
My hesitancies are ambivalent
Like suicides lingering beside their graves.
I want my deeps to rise and meet your heights,
My darknesses to die among your lights.
