Earth
Carving
It was as though we
were starving for an earth carving where the artist knew to seek for majestic
peaks and so forever is surprising the mountain rising upon the horizon with which
to scrape the dye of the sky to where it is dazzling to the eye.
There can only be
elation for such a creation that captures in rapture the whole of your soul as
it hypnotizes you as it mesmerizes you as it tantalizes you. It takes your breath away just at the thought
of climbing to the mountain top. My
dreams about it will never stop so in the knowing as upon it's peak it is
snowing this is where my mind will keep
going and so it is that I stare as I dare to go there.
All around are gentle
mounds that are crowned by jagged
upheavals that had to have been great in the wake of great earthquakes in the
making of the great undertaking to produce such pure grandeur that I can only
understand to be grand as this rocky mountain expands around the girth of the
earth. To see it is to be it to be
absorbed into its persistent existence that etches as it stretches upon the
fabric of time to become my divine pantomime that needs no improvement in its
movement.
It confounds me how its
peaks surround me with an effervescent presence where even if I close my eyes I
can see this monstrosity of rocky summits and purple crevices that are crested
with a view that breaks the heavens wide open to where I become hooked and
cannot help but look. The sculptor knew
what to do and so there is nothing else I can do but be impressed by what is
the best of any stone to be shaped into what we see that sets us free and so it
is that my eyes are frozen upon Bozeman.
It was as though from a
long time ago an artist scooped up the earth like soft powdered snow and folded
it to have molded it into the majestic peaks that I now seek and so it is that
I am starving for such an earth carving that is forever surprising as I glimpse
the mountain rising upon the horizon. There
was such grieving in leaving that I yearn to return to never stop until I glimpse
the mountain top.
Orrin K. Loftin,
Explorer
Copyright? When upon Bozeman my eyes lay frozen.
May 5th,
2014
