Mt. Tamalpais – L.E. Rea (1868-1927)
For a moment in the movie I was moved—
removed from the chaotic struggle for power,
the clumsy bad actors, the sick intrigue.
For a moment, the song sang for me,
free from the fetters of this flesh to float
on eagles’ wings above the discord of humanity.
For a moment, the photograph forgave me,
took me in and gave me eyes to see
the simple splendor of reality.
For a moment, I was the poem: it wrote me
beneath sharp peaks of granite scree
sunk deep into a blue, blue sky reflected
on Sierra snowmelt, white clouds passing.
What for the art have we to offer for release
but moments marked where we found peace.
drycrikjournal 
Thank you.
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John, thanks for connecting us to those much needed moments.
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Good thoughts John.
Did you know Mt. Tamalpais is in Marin County? Not part of the Sierras, but the Coast Range. Great picture of it though. Now probably just houses in the foreground .
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Celebrating different kinds of art, I was trying to illustrate how each can take us away from our ever-present life storms for a moment. I would stare and escape into the 2′ x 4′ painting of Mt. Tam that hung in my grandfather’s house for very long moments as a boy. It hangs in my office now, still serving the same function. Much of my early poetry was set in the Sierras where I packed mules, real art, an awesome draw still in my mind. Some obvious clarity yet needed.
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So very nice—thank you for sharing
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No clarity needed, perfectly clear moment. Excellent poem!
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