MT TAMALPIAS


Bright light the moon full
Fog coves through the valleys
Like fingers reaching up Mt. Tamalpias
Slowly the gray mist moves
With the gentle winds
I sit on the hood of the car
Just watching the ballet
As far as I can see the fog
Expands into the ocean
This is my life before me
Not always clear and touchable
I rise above the uncertainty
Empty my thoughts
And see all things like a mountain stream
There in front of me
All riddles can be answered
The problem becomes
Asking the right questions
The air is chilled
And light droplets
Form on my face
Is death important
If we live life true to ourselves
Is there anything to fear
The lessons are learned
Whether we are aware or not
There is clarity
In knowing we are transient
But that our souls are ever growing
We have a past a future
But all is in the present
Truth is of this moment
Not translucent
Or malleable
It is granite but still erodes
We seek that in ourselves
Thinking our truths will last for eternity
Only to find we have changed
And the tides of time
Have damaged us and reshaped us
We are human for now
The question is what next
Does it matter in the now
We will find out someday
Death will find us
Then we can understand truth


Michael V Hechtman