Witnessby Denise Levertov
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Sometimes the mountain
is hidden from me in veils
of cloud, sometimes
I am hidden from the mountain
in veils of inattention, apathy, fatigue,
when I forget or refuse to go
down to the shore or a few yards
up the road, on a clear day,
that witnessing presence.
|-- from Denise Levertov: Selected Poems, by Denise Levertov|
/ Image by B.Riordan /
The miraculous, the eternal, the mountain. Sometimes (briefly) it hides from us. Sometimes (often) we simply don't look.
It begs the question: that terrible empty ache at the rootstalk of the heart, is it because there is a great gaping hole in the world? Or is it that we have not yet decided to look?
Some fine clear day soon, let us walk up the road, leaving the rest of the day behind. Let us find a good spot, and there sit down. With nothing else to do, let us see the mountain.