Along the highway from Calgary
Mountains stand guard
dare you to visit
but as you drive by Lac-des-Arcs
you look up and think
“I could totally climb that sucker”
Upon arrival and settled in a lawn chair
with a beer, faced to Grotto
you look up and ask
where are the bears?
the others who climb up there?
we laugh and ask you to look
at the trees, explain perspective.
You shrug, finish your last sip
sleep, dream? Wake up…. then See!
On THIS ordinary
extraordinary rocky mountain morning
you realize vastness, the fierce wild-erness
and feel joy
followed immediately by fear
it’s not “out there”
it’s right here
just outside your door.
I wrote this piece when my father in law asked my why he couldn’t see anyone hiking up Grotto Mountain.