Wednesday, September 16, 2015



  © Copyright 2018 by Neall Calvert

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'. . . ringing, rising spires 
of ecstatic air . . .'

© 2018  Neall Calvert



       “Give me
         one good summer . . .
             –-Friedrich Hölderlin (1770–1843)

FAR FROM THE CITY, summer dust
sings my car down Texas Creek Road,
clinging to the Coast Range’s parched east side.
Ranches on scrub-grass bluffs overhang
the wide, winding Fraser Canyon, hundreds
of feet up. The sign reads: “Warning: 
Road Not Maintained Beyond This Point.

Mid-day in thirty-eight-degree heat, hot dogs sizzle
on my camp stove; small peeled carrots,
potato salad chill. Two horses standing stock-still
snub the scenic river vista. My rough
two-wheel track waits . . . with divine, dust-
soaked patience it waits . . . 
under ringing, rising spires 
of ecstatic sapphire air . . . it waits . . .

     Church With No Walls, Cathedral of Silence,
      I take Communion, receive your calm sacraments. 

Thirty years I travelled seeking stillness
like this: stillness bigger than worry;
travelled seeking the places where solitude
melts loneliness; where, in the bliss
of sun-drenched, smiling moments,
at once ascending like an osprey 
        and tenderly touching earth, I can claim 
                the unnameable, invisible motherlode.

Osprey Family at Lillooet, BC, Canada

© 2018 Neall Calvert

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