I could sit down on this rock, partway up the hill. No timefor the overlook, much less Split Rock. A good dayfor caterpillars and new greenery, mushrooms andpuddles just starting to shrink. All this rain, yet one daywe will pray for more. Some say the Rapture is hours away,but there's no sign yet. It would be some kind of change.I'm expecting something besides bodies sailing up intothe void, something more like the way new shootsof mayapple and poison ivy appear out of the muck,or spring warblers call invisibly from 10:00 high.Sometimes a leafy branch will wave and beckonthrough a window in the trees, then go still. Years agoI walked up this hill at dawn, sweating with the climbas I did today, and in the meadow at the top I walked upon a flock of wild turkeys, as if they'd been waiting for me.
Jeff Gundy is the author of Somewhere Near Defiance (poems) and Songs from an Empty Cage (essays). He teaches at Bluffton University in Ohio.
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