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Cliff Dwellers of Yosemite National Park |
The climbers sleep
in hammocks clamped
to fractured granite.
Their dreams
are those of cocoons
wrapped in the silk
of patient spittle.
Swaying
is the only
nightmare
a breeze
the only fear.
When they have to call
for sudden rescue
the cell phones and radios
seem like ancient artifacts
the helicopter looks
like a dragonfly
the rescuer speaks
with the voice
of a mythical being
the culture-hero
an archetype
emerging from sky
descending
into a daydream.
copyright 2006
Margarita
Engle |
