Poetry Porch: Poetry


Lines Written on Watch
By Richard Dey

        0030 Hrs., Lat. 41° N, Long. 70° W

You can climb a mountain
but you cannot climb this,
can’t spike your way up this
that moves relentlessly,
is fickle with rims, unjust,
one day Everest,
next Salisbury, sublime
sometimes, indifferent always.

Not “because it’s there”
do you go offshore, nor
for profit alone, on waters
gone down to since Noah.
Let its trials temper,
and what you hear, hear you.

Copyright © 2020 by Richard Dey.