The Escarpment

The greatest of the gods of the Catskills
Points a finger – stone flies to clear the path
As with a talon
With jagged precision a cliff is cut :
The river bed to the Hudson
Feeding the trees that hug the escarpment.

Below in Interstate Park
Families play and eat ;
We are crossing the Washington Bridge
See the people small in the distance

Imagining the stories of those
Who bragged as youngsters
They’d sat on the cliff they’d climbed
Just part way up in the trees
But safe from discovery for truancy.

from ARRIVAL (Casa de Snapdragon, 2010).

©2009 Mary Barnet

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