We glance over the ordinary, expecting to see what we’ve always seen. But when an ordinary event is seen under extraordinary circumstances, the impression can be awe-inspiring. One night, while attending the American Wilderness Leadership School in the Gros Ventre Wilderness of Wyoming, I looked up. The altitude enhanced clarity of the western sky forever changed my view of the stars.
MIDNIGHT PRAYER
A dirt road was bordered on both sides
by tall pine trees
and the stars that stood between them
nearly brought me to my knees.
I love this poem as it reminded me of a similar experience 42 years ago in Montana –
Thanks Tony. It’s hard to beat the western sky at altitude and at night, it is like a church without walls.