Half Dome
Are you half?
Or enough
just as you are?
Must you round out
something else,
fulfill another's purpose,
unquestioning,
as if predicated in rock
eons ago?
But that sheer edge
seems sliced
somehow,
as if a cataclysm
ripped half of something strong away
-an earthquake
or massive glacier moving.
Or is that sheer side
the surface it chooses to be?
a screen for colors
yet to be painted,
images yet to form?
A brilliant sunset,
paints you glorious in pink and rose.
Half
looks whole,
looks just as it ought to be,
as if deciding to suffice,
to dome itself
complete.
October 25, 2001
