Macchu Picchu
As if here, toward evening, we would know how to leave
Macchu Picchu
This sense of looking down
through green jungle
from the edge of a world
we had chosen together.
As if here, toward evening,
we would know
how to leave,
finally and forever,
all the things
we had not chosen.
I remember your hair
and the dark-ridged slopes
of the mountains
flowing together.
The river
thousands of feet
below tumbling
toward dark.
I remember your look
of surprise as you
saw me, a stranger again,
like the first time
looking up from the ocean
you called me by name.
And then, as if
we make meaning
simply in order
to leave it.
We forgot
everything,
looking out
from the mountain
over the walls
of centuries,
the vanishing point
of the sun
extinguishing time
forever,
to the instant
before we had met.
-from River Flow: New & Selected Poems
“And then, as if
we make meaning
simply in order
to leave it.”
- this is a great “as if”. Once I “make meaning” it gets filed somewhere in me and I move on to some other unknown or unknowable to decipher and then file that one too. This is part of my unique cable curiosity that keeps me forever young… and somewhat perplexed. - Dwight Lee Wolter.
This ancient place speaks through this one…you dance between a momentary love story and the enduring presence of this place…it all lingers…delicate and profound.