Atalaya: the Myth
On Atalaya you can drink
the mountains' flowing waters
walk freely as far
as the eyes can see
and much further
the poles are reversed
and the people come together
to dance and sing.
The pines tell of many subtle signs of life wandering Atalaya's ridges.
They grieve of lost worlds as they whisper their stories.
The mountain's magnificent forests provide voces que sanan,
Some of the signs are expressed as ghosts, many are landscapes;
all imbued with a certain kind of life force, whether crystalline, spectral, or decaying.
Beneath Atalaya lays a valley blissful in the solitude of its surrounding mountains,
and in awe of the huge ponderosa that hug it's perimeters.
Running in new wild places everyday has imprinted in this collection its palette
of Atalaya's quartz outcroppings, bruised and rusty granite, mint green mosses, and chalky, orangey sandstone base.
Unexpected are what they call "objections."
Signs of life perhaps less desirable to be left behind,
yet will likely remain from our era for many many years.
Leftover, half-cropped artifacts of camping gear and helmets
waiting to be dug up by future archaeologists.