Great chinks of stone over head rise
Out of the sloping rubble hidden by trees
Next to the waters edge. A vertical impasse
That sucks up the horizon or stabs trough the fog
Looms just this side of overpowering.
Accentuated by its singleness with no opposing bank
Perspective is lost in the distance as walkers or riders
Glimpse pass trees a dark scar, like knuckles in your face
Hanging over the river.
The closest climb at Alpine from city to feat
Cuts away a peek below and sky about
Palisades, secure across the river,
Anchors the changing City in the mist.
Beyond time, and greeting present