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| "Pacific Coast" by David Noah, Winterville, Georgia |
Sunday Times travel section
Athens, Georgia
February 4, 2013
Some
truths hover
just
past the point of perception
and
pass into knowing
gradual
as gray dawn
Grows
from blue-black nights
to
gentle winter days in Georgia
singing
frost and white camellia,
silver
age and pale regret:
You’ll never go to Patagonia
never trek the tortured plain
to breathe the bracing air of Andes
blowing off the icy sea.
You’ll never see auroras dance
unless by chance coronas leap
and sear the Southern sky with fire
an hour before your time of sleep.
You’ll go no more to Mykonos
nevermore return to youth
to stride the sands of Paradise
while clothed in fresh Aegean air.
Some
truths lie
harmless
as hibernating vipers
that
wake on warm days
to
feed on minds that give them life.
But
winter afternoons can glow
as
silver yields to tones of gold
and
old camellias burst in color –
so
it is with elder souls
Who
step beyond belief and doubt,
and
freed at last of empty strife
embrace
the wondrous, fallen world
which
harbors grace within the shadows.
From
this veil I would chase truths
past
the far end of perception
where
they flit, unformed
above
a lonely Patagonia
Where
somehow, surely
amidst
the sun-drenched daydreams of God
my
doppelgänger draws near
the
Torres del Paine.
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| "In the Museum" by David Noah, Winterville, Georgia |
