Grace Peak
Down where fingers
hold a wind
scourged turbulence,
lurid and buried
in the fractures,
your mountain grace
blisters like iron smelted,
and the mosaic of your
eyes light all over.
Wrapped in cold teardrops,
below the grit of exiled scents,
at your peak I feel astronomical,
like Asimov’s balloons rising
through a diaphanous fog.
George Cassidy Payne is an independent writer, domestic violence counselor, and adjunct instructor in the humanities at Finger Lakes Community College.
George's blogs, essays, letters, poems, and photographs have been published in a wide variety of national and international outlets such as USA Today, The Atlantic, The Wall Street Journal, National Public Radio, The Buffalo News, Albany Times-Union, Syracuse Post Standard, Rochester Democrat & Chronicle, The Toronto Star, The Minority Reporter, Chronogram Journal, Ovi Magazine, CounterPunch, Moria Poetry Journal, Ampersand Literary Review, Adirondack Daily Enterprise, and more.
George's first book of poetry, A Time Before Teachers, is available at Amazon.com.
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