Denali

White ice and snow on rock,

glacial white, only white,

lit by an early morning sun, 

just up from a green-brown foreground

stretching a summery seventy-five miles.

The bright sunshine is horizontal,

a trans-illuminating effect

designed by God to show this off,

The Peak of The Alaskan Range,

Denali, The Tall One, gigantic as Death, 

seeming at once both real and abstract,

soothing in all.

It will last forever as one of my memories,

though they, of course, will not last forever.

That being the case, then as long as I,

shorter by quite a bit than this mountain,

which, in human terms, is Eternity.