Colin. Years ago I went climbing and I can imagine the picture you paint and
the feelings. I like the last line. Bw Sally J
>From: Colin Dewar <[log in to unmask]>
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>Subject: newsub/clouds
>Date: Wed, 1 Feb 2006 08:14:55 -0000
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>Among Clouds
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>From Sgorr Dhonuill to Sgorr Dhearg I watch the latest swirl
>two miles wide and a mile high
>rise and break on the bealach, overflow to the Glen of Sorrow.
>Day after day they come, while rock is unmoved.
>Crevices fill with water that drops to the burn.
>Wraiths reach ridges and lift to commune with heaven.
>Faces change in minutes, gargoyle to angel
>as they imagine peaks of their own in spires of vapour.
>On the summit is a bed of rock and a rock pillow.
>I shape myself to it, between bone and a moment's thought.
>Am I of stone or cloud?
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