Atop the Peak by Tom Pescatore

(written atop Desolation peak looking north toward the heavy twin peaks of the mournful Mt. Hozomeen)
Follow treelines 
          sift down the mountain side
in circles for the eye
left and drop for
canyon walls plunge below lake surface
clouds barely cover overhead
peaks beyond  
                    lean out into Great North cascade
snowfields          shower
watch the white of the everything above
what rocks could fall from heaven   
to invert the sky?


Tom Pescatore can sometimes be seen wandering along the Walt Whitman bridge or down the sidewalks of Philadelphia’s old Skid Row. He might have left a poem or two behind to mark his trail. He maintains a poetry blog: