“A miracle!?” Micah resumed his easy lesson. “I have witnessed many times a holy-sacred sight few men have ever seen. Way more Native Americans have been privileged to the omen, I am sure of that. Being in the mountains, way up yonder beyond tree-line, occasionally, if one is savvy and ever-alert comes a phenomenon wholly unexpected yet heavenly rewarding; I have been blessed to observe this miracle on several outings to visit various summits.
“You have seen the spirit eagle as it soars above its domain?” Traci nodded. “Well,
that is quite an inspiring sight to view and hear the scream as it voices its
declaration to all below that it is king of the worldly domain daring any and
all to challenge its authority. That eagle-king fiat is decreed from high above any mortal tethered below him, be
it man or beast or, even, bird.
“Imagine now, to be higher in elevation
than the eagle, to be able to see the eagle flight on high---from above his throne…to witness the eagle
flight from above his path! There---is
a truly awesome sight…a miracle
seldom witnessed by any. I have been
privileged to see-the-sight!”
He paused in his telling as she
discerned a satisfying slight smile as Micah relived the scene.
“One day---sooner than thee thinks…I
will show you an even greater secret.”
“You mean, Micah,” she began, wondering
if his promise held a veiled double entendre to something of which she was, as
yet, unaware; he certainly had a way about
his presentation of things, “sometime, when we are high upon a snowy pinnacle
to view the eagle from above? Is that when you will show me an even greater secret?”
He smiled and hugged her tightly. “Soon!
My Dear!” He promised, then reverted to his tale.
“Progress!?
Yes! But, at what price? The Indians say, ‘Only the rocks live forever.’ Hmm!?”
He paused and with that opening she
chanced an interruption to his tale and reverie.
“You love the wilderness,” she stated
flatly, trying to understand his effort and to say she joined his lamented
torment at modern(?) progress(?).
When he nodded assent, she became silent
respecting his intent toward Peace
within himself.
There seemed an obvious more to Micah’s tale, a secret; and, she suffered her own demons
but now presented not the time for any damper upon this promised night. She
closed her eyes.
A tanned buffalo robe served as a
mattress warmly covered with a Hudson Bay woolen blanket. Snuggly cached within
the tidy bed another heavy blanket sandwiched in the couple; he had laid a
second bison hide atop the pine roof to bar an errant rain or even snow. Tidy! Indeed!
And in the silver fog-mist of alabaster
pale full moon beams the couple frolicked rhythm-love in that ever-ancient,
ever-present rapture-dance where true-sweet emotion forever reigns. Amen!
Blue-white
diamond sparkle-jewels delight dark-night
Hinted pink-blush
of dawn ushers-in golden sunlight
Encampment below
awesome mountain pinnacle-sight
Dancing
crystal-waves stir yonder Mystery Love-height
Indian
schoolmarm charming lovely-maiden Traci LaRue
That
mountain-man Micah loved the girl was all he knew
Live “Free” a
bit south of comfort-warm sun high-noon
Just slightly
west of a rising alabaster-pale full moon
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