Times Past

Big Avalanche Ravine

Just the red warning light on a blue crane.
Just outlined mountains. Just the mist that skimmed
them both and blent with invisible rain
above a ledge of condominiums.
But there it all sank down on me. The urge
to carve a life out of the huge expanse.
To hold some little ground against the surge
of sheer material. It was a tense
and insistent flash, a metallic shiver.
And it stayed, that tremble, small and stark:
like the fluming noise of the hidden river
edging the whole, long volume of the dark.

by: Peter Campion