I Climbed a Cliff
by Catherine Cruz (age 17)
I climbed a cliff and looked out on the view
I spoke your name so all the winds would know you
I reached my hand up and touched a cloud
It came away moist — I laughed aloud.
I sat down on that clifftop and stared before me
And from my queen’s seat as far as the eye could see
I saw green trees, arms up in prayer or lament —
I saw all nature, and, captivated, was silent.
An hour I let such wonders hold me down
And then I remembered there was such a thing as a town
So I arose, newly thankful for what nature gave and meant —
I turned and disappeared — I’d started my descent.
Now I’m down and back in my home place
Now I’m back with brighter eyes and cleaner face
Perhaps they can feel sad, wish for hate and sin —
But I’ve been washed anew, more happy than I’ve been.
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Image: On the Clifftop by William Stewart MacGeorge. Modified by Veronica McDonald. Public Domain.
