Explorers – a poem by JBMulligan

Explorers

“Al Biruni climbed the highest mountain in Persia and noticed the deep blue, almost black, skies at high altitudes.”
Peter Pesic, “Yes it’s Blue: But Why?”)

 

It’s always been a scrabble toward the heights
not easily reached (but never past the doubts
that make the climb a need), scattering stones
at those behind you, like fossilized remains
of dung to mark a narrow, crooked path
on which to carry questions toward the truth,
up from the spill of light to darker blue,
where the edge of heaven meets the edge of you.

 

 

JBMulligan has had more than 1000 poems and stories in various magazines over the past 40 years, and has had two chapbooks published: The Stations of the Cross and THIS WAY TO THE EGRESS, as well as 2 e-books, The City of Now and Then, and A Book of Psalms (a loose translation). He has appeared in several anthologies, among them: Inside/Out: A Gathering Of Poets; The Irreal Reader; and multiple volumes of Reflections on a Blue Planet.

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Sarah

poet, tutor, runner, cat lady

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