It’s 5 A.M. when streaks of light start painting the sky with shades of pinks and purples. As we hike further, the sky turns from hazy burgundy to rose, then to rich yellow. Some of us pause to take that treasured snap; some just lovingly stare at the riot of colors. By the time we reach the peak, we are face to face with the sun. Everything the light touches turns golden — the grass, our skins, our hairs. And everything I do is stitched with its color.
Finally, I let go of my backpack and the worldly worries I have been carrying are no more. Money? Politics? Climate change? War? All gone. This is what I live for. To experience the feeling of returning home. Neither my labored breaths nor my shaky steps will hinder this renewal. I am one again with the gods.
Word count: 144
In response to dVerse’s Prosery hosted by Lisa, who asks us to write a prose of 144 words using a given line from a poem. Today’s line is Everything I do is stitched with its color taken from W.S. Merwin’s “Separation”.
This challenge immediately took me back to my 2019 climb at Mt. Wiji. Sunrise in this mountain is still — by far — the best one I have witnessed. The low quality photo above which I took from my old phone may not give it justice, but hopefully these words will do.
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January 17, 2023 at 6:09 pm
I enjoyed the description of the sky in all its colours, and the thought of reaching the peak, coming ‘face to face with the sun’ and being ‘one again with the gods’. I like the way your wove the prompt line into your prose, Maria.
January 18, 2023 at 12:21 am
I’ve not climbed mountains, but even a sunrise in the neighborhood has it’s magic. (Today’s for example.) 🙂
Such a beautiful description and expression of awe.
January 18, 2023 at 3:06 am
very nice, I like how you wove it in
January 18, 2023 at 3:08 am
Beautifully penned! You drew me into that light with you, a great piece! 👏👏
January 18, 2023 at 3:11 am
Maria, I got the goosebumps as I read your poem. There is such power in that shedding the world’s raiment in a moment and inhabiting holiness. Love what you did with the line and sunlight is my church also.
January 19, 2023 at 3:31 am
I love how smoothly you weaved the line into your prose, and how you reflected on the wonders of returning home.