Balancing Rock
I find God every time I go hiking
sometimes he’s waiting for me at the peak
sometimes he whistles between Longleaf Pines
sometimes he meets me at a critical
juncture last weekend in the wake of our
rupture two months out still reeling I drove
to Hanging Rock to shake my mind loose first
mile straight up a stone staircase was brutal
in the midst of deciding whether to
give up my footsteps sunk into a groove
and I was flying Falcon’s wings took me high
above present circumstance soon cresting
the thunderstorm-tinged horizon I could
think again rhythmed temperate terrain
brought me back to my body fixed footstep
cadence rewiring rebuilding systems
of self I found God on Balancing Rock
we sat shoulders touching I wrote he was
still we sat and watched the storm move across
rolling Piedmont hills miles away from us
after an hour I stood up breath calm
and patterned God and I parted I pulsed
my descent to the sound of my footsteps one
foot after the other back to myself
Eva Alter is a poet and information professional whose work explores memory and myth through hybrid and procedural forms. Her work is published or forthcoming in Maudlin House, Don’t Submit, scaffold literary journal, wildscape. literary journal, and elsewhere. She can be found @eva_alter_poet on Twitter, @eva.alter.poet on Instagram, and @evaalterpoet.bsky.social.

The layout of this poem is like how your feet have to navigate to find steps when you climb. Cool.
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