Escarpment of Granite
©2012, Olan L. Smith
I crane my neck and gaze in every nook of her granite facade;
My fingers touch every fracture; inside is both firm and yielding;
Stronghearted yet impressionable ― she is a portico hoisted for my scrutiny,
Not to deceive but to utter, “Come hither.” A chimera of emotion,
What is proffered is not to dissuade; but a challenge to surmount.
I drive another piton in hardened rock, climb up one step; ropes are secure.
My mind wanders how such a mighty escarpment came to be
Upon lush forest ground, hidden by a forest of doubt
Such beauty of spirit and so proud, yet clandestine
Not in a wasteland but a rich land filled with words.
A language familiar, filled with love and beauty
Still the hardened face demands “Climb!
Master! Know me for I stand for those who desire
Know me, use me; conquer this precipice and scan
From horizon to horizon, for all you view is yours.”