Poem: Appalachian Trail Existential Journey

Poem: Appalachian Trail Existential Journey
Rising up early dawn
breaking camp, packing up
driving VW Beetle up twisting road to Fontana
hiking across the dam to the trail head
drudging up the long, wet, steep, winding trail
breaking wilderness calm
seeping water down the slate side mountain
drinking bees in the hot sun light
stretching away the peaceful green valley far below
going to the trail fork
slipping down the steep, overgrown, wet path on our bottoms
descending to the tailwaters’ edge
settling in a damp, earthy spot exhausted
falling asleep before sundown
awakening to the Great Void
experiencing such all encompassing darkness
experiencing such all encompassing silence
experiencing such all encompassing harmonic flow
cosmic being in the universe; Tat Tvam Asi
Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
June, 1974
(reader’s note: I wrote this poem in 1974 shortly after our hike on the Appalachian Trail near Fontana Village, North Carolina in The Great Smoky Mountains National Park. Shortly after this, Cathey Stone’s beloved Yellow VW Beetle sadly broke down never to be revived. She still misses that car ๐Ÿ˜‰)

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