Thursday, November 3, 2016
Poem: The Long View
Far below this solid ground, rocks melt into sunset colors,
flowing and roiling, shifting the solid lands above,
steadily moving mountains and the forests on their backs.
Take off your clothes, your watch, your glasses.
Walk naked through a forest, at night,
or into the sea at high tide.
Try to survive a week in unfamiliar
wilderness, a desert, the tundra.
Sit yourself down and flip the glass.
Debra Dotter Blakley
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