Saturday, June 20, 2009

Mono Pass - A Poem-2002

Mono Pass 2002

Four women in a tent
perched at 11,500 feet
are talking of love,
divorce, desire,
entertaining each other
with skits and anecdotes,
passing around a small
plastic bottle
half-full of whiskey,
eagerly consuming cold snacks
from the bear canisters
for dinner.

We are warming up,
finally,
our bodies and down
sleeping bags
prevailing against
chill and rain.

We don’t stop to think
about our isolation and
vulnerability.
The wind comes up
the ridge like a freight train.
We let it roar on by.


--Pam Gilman