Denali, The Mountain

Aaah . . . you stand there, secure in your dignity,

massive chest of rock, full and proud,

your finger-peaks tickling the clouds.

Deep, mammoth, out of the view

of the awe-struck eyes watching,

your buried roots push powerfully,

 diligently reaching for the sun.

You shun the McKinley label,

glistening in your snow smiles

to the sun light above the clouds;

 hearing Denali in the spirit echoes,

the echoes of Native Spirit

still calling your true name,

Denali, The Mountain,

 the hemisphere’s monument from God.

It’s said you control the weather,

the currents of wind and seas.

Your glacier crevasses

protect you, your solitude,

from the casual invaders.

Only the devout, the dedicated

can explore your finger-peaks,

inching up your rock on foot.

Only a flight machine can

bring your privacy, your soul,

to the many you fascinate.

In humble gratitude,

I stare at Denali’s splendor

thru the small plane’s window.

I feel so small, but privileged,

to feel its magnitude embrace me.

Susan Haley ~ August 2010

Standing on the shore of but one of Denali's glacial rivers, I look at "The Mountain" again in the distance, trying to absorb fully, the experience of being in its presence.

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