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It is here

that the flatter lands

and ambling slopes

turn upward toward

the sky. A red shale

mountain along the

edges of the mountains;

an inkling of rocks

climbing out of the earth.

A true foothill

of and in its own right.

There is a stark

and yet subtle rise

at just this place

along the river where

the Green Hill and

River Roads meet.

Each day I pass this

spot there is a feeling

in the center of my me

that says, “This is

where one place becomes

another. This is the place

of uniqueness among a somewhat

feeling flatland of sameness

in life and degree.”

It excites the soul

to notice such things.

Delight floods the heart

directly from the sensibility

and collaboration grown

from the mixed arrangement

of the eyes and mind.

Beauty is born by an

inner capturing of the visible

disturbance in the line of

sight somehow translated

to mean something beyond just

that thing it holds in view.

From this point forward

the foothills show off their

rivuleted alluviations that

sing toward the earth from

their peaks just beyond the

tall pines. Small mountain falls

burst forth in the melting of the

snows to reveal a spring that

would remain unnoticed on most

days—hidden under leaf and

limb, invisible to the eye and heart.

Softly the earth pads

on, rising until it peaks itself

in a summit along the

Alleghenies. How can you not

walk the earth and feel

the hidden innuendo of

tribes and shamans making

offerings to the crafter

of this place. How can

you fail to sense the

fact of a holler and the

truth of a

primordial grove of mountain

laurel it conceals from

the faint. Rare moments are

everywhere to be seen

by the feeling of the heart

in the ever-present space

its feet tread upon.

It is here

that the flatter lands

and ambling slopes

turn upward toward

the sky. A red shale

mountain along the

edges of the mountains;

an inkling of rocks

climbing out of the earth.

A true foothill

of and in its own right.

It is here,

right here

where I stand

upon this earth

on my own two feet.

Leaving my car

just along the side of

the road so my heart

could sing.

Here.