Nundegao Ridge
On a table monolith
granite veined by quartz
like so many zippers
The children dance
in rock rain reservoirs
Nibble blueberries
Wind-protected
Hare-bells dance
on the ledge below
as hawk bursts out
below us forty feet
to rise on a thermal
Hollow hawk bones
soon “cloud-hidden
whereabouts unknown”
Brings me right back to one of my favorite places to hike!
The “whereabouts unknown…” line made me smile. There are a couple of places on that route that always have me, quietly, asking myself…’where the hell are we…”
Happens every time.