Daniel Brick - Garvin Heights Winona, MN

I expected to be dizzy <br />peering over an abyss <br />of rocks and trees <br />into the twenty mile vista. <br />Instead I was as still <br />as the surrounding trees, <br />rooted with wonder <br />to this high place <br />in the clean prairie air, <br />standing above the ravens <br />who tossed below me <br />on waves of light. <br /> <br />I leaned against the fence, <br />felt its jagged rocks <br />scrape my bare arms <br />My eyes <br />like quietly thinking clouds <br />reflected the crawling world: <br />pale green river water <br />sloshed against its grainy banks, <br />dark green trees scattered <br />the houses of Winona <br />across the plain, <br />low hills trembled <br />in the blue haze of distance. <br /> <br />My eyes dropped a thousand feet <br />to the shadowed highway, <br />then swept up <br />into a flash of sun. <br />The light spiraled <br />through my body, <br />flaming every deadened spot... <br />I wondered, <br />if this is who I am <br />in the heights, <br />who will I be in the lowlands?<br /><br />Daniel Brick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/garvin-heights-winona-mn/