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Bridalveil Falls

Bridalveil Falls

 Yosemite, California
 
 

 
I open Wendell Berry, 
turn pages which dispense the smoke  
of firewood and clean air,  
the clouds and crisp  
of paper sack sleeping bags  
have captured and bottled  
the scent that’s come to be you. 
 
I pray for the peak  
of 88 million year old mountains  
to redeem what you packed  
and took to Arizona. 
 
Wendell looks at trees  
and hears a primal Sabbath hymn. 
I need such a hymn  
to live and die inside this skin
stretched like a pomegranate  
broken open, my heart  
buried in a small patch  
work of earth.  
 
I pick up rocks
pile them one by one
like an altar  

next to an impossible crossing of river

without a fallen tree
a rope, or a friend to tether me. 
 
I sit inside the navy blue shadow
of a granite wall, the cold of ancient  
estuaries and glacial roots
springing up inside of me. 
 
I trail behind the others  
crossing soft snow meadows
so I can cry, God’s majesty
eclipsing my sorrow. 
 
Now I’ve come to the roar
of Bridalveil Falls
and the question I must leave there– 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 

Visual Artist: Asia Tomeny
© 2014 by Janay Garrick
Originally published in Florida State Poets Association Anthology Thirty-Two  
 

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