(For Tsewang Paljor and the other lost members of the expedition)
Perhaps there are places we are not
meant to go despite the allure of the
untouched and untamed. Are all indulgences
rightfully ours? Wasn’t Lot’s wife proof
that we’re not always at liberty to see?
I’m sure you didn’t mean to end
your life as a landmark. Since ‘96,
your green Koflach boots a warning
to others: Everest takes, whether you are
willing to give, or not. In an alcove
made of limestone, climbers use you
as a gauge. How much farther to the summit--
how much closer to God?
Carol McMahon is a teacher and poet who has been published in various journals (Prodigal, IthacaLit, Unlost Journal, The Wild Word, Blue Collar Review) and has a chapbook, On Any Given Day, published by FootHills Press. McMahon received an MFA in Poetry from the Rainier Writing Workshop in Washington State and when not teaching, reading or writing can be found out trail-running or on the water rowing.
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