Paradox
silhouettes of peaks rear up
as high as any I’ve seen
At this altitude
the earth tilts toward sunlight
in seeming slow motion
Like the star it is
the sun appears white hot pulsating
between two aretes
From where I stand
the peaks remain mysteriously untouched
by heat and light
cold and black as spent coals
I practice subjecting myself to paradox
neither accepting nor rejecting
the light and the dark
of the sun and the peaks
the light and the dark
within me
letting Nature become
Copyright Diana Shellenberger 2020
