To Be

“To Be”, a poem by Gregg Hake

Singular.

Whether carved in stone by an artistic god
Or hewn by the invisible blade of kindlier nature,
The mighty Matterhorn stands tall and proud
In defiance of both time and gravity.

Bold, craggy.

He rises with the sun, his head held high;
His faces inspire reverence and awe,
Yet he, quiet as the morning sunlight
Asks nothing. Expects nothing, but to be.