Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Grazing the Edge of the Precipice

PHOTOGRAPHER'S JOURNAL ("Why Here," part 14):  


The Inca Bridge is always closed now; 
too fragile, 
too dangerous, 
Standing at the edge looking across the gap 
an anticlimax, 
no crossing over the precipice
swinging on a walkway of vines,
of rounding the next bend,
looking back,

My walk brought me back
just as a low squinting sun  
serenaded shadows
across the ruins 
and the mountains
and the clouds.
As I came off a high terrace 
to get a different angle, 
there were the llamas below me, 
grazing at the edge 
of the precipice and 
the cloud forest.

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