Destiny Mountain



Walpurgis
by Wynn Wagner


Destiny Mountain

I stand at the foot of destiny mountain.
Epiphany:
Nice here. Scary there.
Flat here, and easy.
Hard work to climb the mountain called Destiny.

I stand at the foot of the mountain.
Finally! I've waited for this,
But black clouds swarm all 'round.
Disharmony:
Winds are from black-winged things.
Rock-jawed storm cloud, not rain.
Phosphor-eyes menace the mountain of cacophony.

Shall I stay here in the eddy of what I know?
Shall I banish my chance to grow?
Nice here. Scary there.
Flat here, and easy.
Hard work to climb the mountain called Destiny.

If I go, then I go.
Heave-ho and heigh-de-ho.
And I won't know -- CAN'T know -- what will be.
If I know what's next on my climb,
It isn't growth.

If I stay, it is easy.
If I go, I won't know.
Not for sure.
Maybe, but not for sure.
I may slip. I may fall.
It may rain a waterfall.
Or to and fro.
But not to know.
Or rain comes and I swim.
Or wind comes and I fly.

Destiny Mountain is my Dark Night,
and I am the cloud of unknowing.

So I step, and what do you know:
Something new appears.
Very new and pop-eyed amazing.

Each step for me creates what was not before.
I have something more than plain metaphor.
I don't think, I pursue.
I don't know, but I do.
And with each step, I create anew.

For climbing up becomes my glory.
And what I make is my life's true story.

--Sunday, April 22, 2001