Juanita Rey
My First Ever Mountain Trip
Until now, I’ve seen the sun sink in water
but not slip down behind mountains.
The scarlet wake is familiar
but here light gilds the white tips momentarily,
then disappears.
Many times, I’ve sat down by the beach,
on a concrete wall,
or on my haunches in sand
and watched the golden glow
of the day’s resting place.
But the ocean shares in the color.
The high range takes it for its own.
Wherever I go,
the distances won’t spare me.
My home holds to its light
for as long as it can.
My exile is so eager to be shadows.
About the writer:
Juanita Rey is a Dominican poet who has been in this country five years. Her work has been published in Pennsylvania English, Harbinger Asylum, Petrichor Machine and Porter Gulch Review.
Image: Siberian Open Spaces by Nikolay Vryasov. No medium specified. No size specified. No date specified. By permission. Vryasov is the O:JA&L Featured Artist for July 2019.
