Green Boots
(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 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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David Jolkovski
1/29/2017 07:37:31 pm
Full of feeling. Well tied down by the physical site of the cave. The photo may steal some emotional force from your words. Thank you for sharing this poem!
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