a poem a day in the month of may
(The Liminality Journal: Kaitlin Curtice)
Sometimes the path fades
into a covering fog;
we see just this step.
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Above the valley
a low bank of clouds
cover the mountain’s peak.
The mass of rock
emanates a brooding
invisible presence,
strength and power
of a deity
beyond human imagination,
A path rises
into the fog,
stone steps
ascending
into the mystery.
The steps below
fade from view,
the steps above
yet unseen.
Only this step remains,
the broad, flat stone
upon which I stand.
A Streak of Teal 